Please, let’s all start saving for 2015

Everyone, keep safe from murderous drifters for the next two years at least so we can ALL be in NOLA for Conference 3: Dear God, Please Let This Happen, Don’t Let Me Have Missed My Last Chance, We Can Go Even Without a Conference, Y’all, Please.

Also, we were supposed to go to that restaurant from Garden and Gun.

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How do you know a cook is worth her salt?

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When her recipes are subsumed into the mythos of the domicile.

Some had Julia Child as their mentor. I had Ms. Hazan. And apparently I’m in good company…

(It’s true, too, what she says about the necessity of adding milk to mellow the meat you use to make the Bolognese!)

Contraband

http://korrektivpress.com/2013/09/25303/

Please

please sign

Flannery and Me

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The New Mexico Nurse (long since transplanted here to La Mesa, where all good people live) was kind enough to email and let me know that the latest issue of the New Yorker magazine carried a collection of excerpts from the grad-school (some place in Iowa?) journal of Flannery O’Connor. The entries are addressed to God. I haven’t read them yet (waiting ’til I can savor), except for the line “Please help me to get down under things and find where You are,” which naturally jumped out at me, and the last bit, which I couldn’t help but notice:

My thoughts are so far away from God. He might as well not have made me. And the feeling I egg up writing here lasts approximately half an hour and seems a sham. I don’t want any of this artificial superficial feeling stimulated by the choir. Today I have proved myself a glutton – for Scotch oatmeal cookies and erotic thought. There is nothing left to say of me.

Isn’t it fun to find you have things in common with one of your heroes? Scratch “oatmeal cookies” and replace “half an hour” with “five minutes,” and it could be me writing that entry! Just not, you know, in the New Yorker.

Food for Thought

Dinner with Waifu (嫁との晩餐)

Flannery O'Connor Dinner

Supping with the beloved on an important anniversary.

Oh NOES!

Mission statement (2nd draft)

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Note the K.