Last fall, while visiting a local bookshop, I discovered a bright yellow 1970s Italian cookbook. To my sheer delight and surprise, it was written by the same artist mentioned in theNew York Times International Cookbook. A quick peek inside revealed the same exact recipe that was also featured...
And then when I went to college, I would ask my father if I could “borrow” this book and that for my classes. Never did I return any of those books. And then, after college, when I would visit home, it became a ritual of mine to silently wander among his tightly packed shelves ...
Our cunning plan came together, as those who would have been otherwise inclined to stay in their room and gloom through the holiday were seized by the spirit of competition in decorating their doors with wrapping paper, and lights, to buy small plastic fir trees downtown and put them in ...
For everyone who came here to lecture me, that the China Coff was going to depopulate the world, and I was being irresponsible for saying it was like the flu with a lot of stupid number games added; for every one who flounced because I told them the masks were a f*cking stupid idea...