My idea of a perfect day is a frozen custard at Shake Shack and a walk in the park. {Followed by a Lactaid.} My idea of a perfect night is a good play and dinner at Orso. {But no garlic, or I won't be able to sleep.} The other day I found a bakery that bakes my favorite childhood cake, and it was everything I remembered: it made my week.
by Nora Ephron
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Nora Ephron describes her ideal day as enjoying frozen custard at Shake Shack followed by a pleasant walk in the park, topped off with a dose of Lactaid to ensure she feels comfortable afterward. She highlights the simple pleasures of life, emphasizing how small indulgences can create a joyful atmosphere. Ephron also reflects on her perfect evening, which includes watching a good play and dining at Orso, although she humorously notes the importance of avoiding garlic to ensure a restful night.

In another nostalgic moment, Ephron shares her delight in discovering a bakery that makes her favorite cake from childhood, which brought back cherished memories and significantly brightened her week. This blend of food, leisure, and recollection underscores the theme of finding happiness in everyday experiences, revealing how these moments shape her reflections on life.

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