Good morning. The nation is grieving, has been grieving for more than a year: for those murdered in mass shootings, for those killed by the police, for those lost to Covid in the horrid early months of the pandemic, for those lost over the course of the months that followed, for those lost this week, yesterday, today. It’s overwhelming. It’s exhausting and unceasing. Even as tulips rise and snowdrops bloom, as vaccinations accelerate and people gather in hope, there’s a palpable sadness ingrained in our lives.
Which doesn’t mean we shouldn’t aim to cook beautiful meals, that we shouldn’t share them with those nearby and celebrate the delicious. Those things help! It is just to say: It’s hard right now. And recognizing that, in your life as in the lives of others, is important. Reach out to someone you haven’t spoken to in a very long time this weekend. See how they’re doing. Ask them what they need. It helps on both ends of the call.
It’s funny how those conversations can go. Food comes up inevitably in mine: what someone’s been cooking; what they’re bored of cooking; what they long to eat. I detect in some of my talks a hunger for the thrill of the new, the chance to revel in flavors and pleasures when pleasures are so thin on the ground.
So maybe share some recipes, should the subject of good eats come up. Tejal Rao gave us a great one this week in The Times, in an article about donabes, the Japanese cooking vessel. A donabe is a clay pot — do means, “clay” and nabe means “pot” — used for a simmering dish known as nabe, or hot pot. Her recipe, which she learned from Naoko Takei Moore, who sells donabes in Los Angeles while advocating what she calls a “happy donabe life,” is for tsukune miso nabe (above), a gingery chicken-meatball hot pot made with a mix of mushrooms, large pieces of tofu and tender greens in a seasoned dashi broth. You don’t need a donabe to make it this weekend, of course. A heavy, wide-bottomed pot will do.
You could offer some Passover recipes — ones from your family or from ours. (There’s still time tomorrow to make Melissa Clark’s brisket with horseradish gremolata!) You could do the same for Easter. (I hope when the holiday comes that some will make my glazed ham.)
I think this skillet chicken and rice with anchovies and olives could bring solace to someone this weekend. I bet the same is true of this potato and leek focaccia. And I know this creamy strawberry Moscato torte can bring a smile.
Pasta with tuna, capers and scallions? Miso chicken? A pantry crumb cake? Cooking one of those this weekend could be a palliative act, especially if you’ve never made the dish before.
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Now, it’s nothing to do with tacos or haroseth, but I think you should check out “Djinn Patrol on the Purple Line,” by Deepa Anappara.
The musician and illustrator Gary Leib has died at age 65. You’ve maybe seen his work all over, but it was a constant at my first newspaper, New York Press. With Doug Allen, he created “Idiotland,” which I loved. “Ick, filberts!”
I came across S.A. Cosby last year and his excellent debut novel, “Blacktop Wasteland.” Waiting on the next one, I came across an excellent short story of his from 2018, “The Grass Beneath My Feet.”
Finally, here’s new Lana Del Rey, “Chemtrails Over the Country Club,” your soundtrack for the weekend. See you on Sunday.
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