Merry heat wave! I’m back filling in and I’ll be writing more of this newsletter, alternating with our beloved Nikita through the summer. On that subject, New York summers … can feel like a drag. Maybe I’m actually the drag — or I just need to move to Los Angeles (kidding!) — but when it’s…
I think I owe frozen peas and carrots an apology. I’m always reaching past them for their sibling, frozen peas. My pea-and-carrot associations begin and end with Hungry-Man frozen dinners, chicken potpie (again, frozen) and fried rice. I know what to do with peas. I know what to do with carrots. But somehow I’m stuck…
My cousins and I used to dare one another to touch the shrimp, their 10 legs dancing, their antennae waving. At the Chinese seafood restaurants near us in the San Gabriel Valley of Southern California, the servers would bring our orders, still alive, to the table for approval before taking them into the kitchen. In…
