Good morning. A squirrel ate the tomatoes growing in my yard, that I had been tending closely in the heat, that I had fertilized with a tincture of seaweed, that I had put on a table so that they could grab a little more sun, that I had talked to because some people believe that helps them grow. He was a big fellow with haunted eyes, more dirty-blond than gray, with a long, unkempt tail, and he took from me my dream for a no-recipe recipe for tonight: fat slices of homegrown heritage tomato sprinkled with salt and drizzled with balsamic vinegar, alongside garlic-rubbed toast made from my sourdough no-knead bread. The plants are in tatters now. Farmers have the hardest job.
Nothing to do but make Ian Fisher’s recipe for spaghetti carbonaratonight, watch Floyd Mayweather fight Conor McGregor in Las Vegas on pay-per-view, and consider new options for urban farming moving forward. No depression! A crop cage is in my future.
Things I want to cook this week that don’t involve tomatoes: David Tanis’s new recipe for grilled duck breast with miso-sesame glaze; Dave Kim’s new recipe for samgyetang, a boiling-hot soup made with a whole small chicken stuffed with gingery glutinous rice; a big tray of my old recipe for spiedies, to serve with Italian bread and plenty of hot sauce.
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Now, please read Eric Asimov’s delightful account of his recent visit with Martin Walker, the British journalist who writes the “Bruno, Chief of Police” novels set in the Périgord region of southwestern France. It’ll make you want to book passage for Bergerac.
Also, in High Country News, read Julia O’Malley’s dispatch from a Yupik village in northwestern Alaska, where she wrote about a teenage whaler. It has about the best first sentence of any article I’ve read in 2017.