a few weeks ago i had a party and when i woke up there was a jar of dukkah sitting on the mantle in my bedroom, a gift left from my very talented friend caroline. it was a particularly sweet surprise since my apartment smelled like a dive bar and was significantly disorganized. a clearly labeled jar of promising stuff felt like a small reminder that someday my apartment would *not* smell like a dive bar, and that i'd be able to make myself something nice when that day came.