My edible vision for today was a barley salad with tomatoes, corn, tons of basil, and red onion. Everything that I cut up to go in there came from our garden. To that I added the juice of one lime, apple cider vinegar, sea salt, lots of course freshly ground black pepper, and a splash of maple syrup. And then I put almost the entire thing away in the fridge.
Why? Because despite it being delicious (and it is) I ate a ridiculous quantity of cheese and crackers at my mother’s house. We sat on her porch and read New Yorkers from 1990 (her) and 1989 (me). She recently moved her collection of 30 years’ worth of New Yorkers from one room to another, and the only logical thing to do now is begin re-reading them. And oh man, they are amazing. The New Yorker is still great, but it used to be hilarious— snide, sarcastic, and spot-on. It had sports listings, including horse races. The current cinema reviews included Batman, Honey I Shrunk the Kids!, When Harry Met Sally, Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade, and Drugstore Cowboy. The ads alone are worth looking at. The articles are longer, because attention spans were. There were so many more cartoons, the reason I first started looking at the magazine as a kid.
And I’m sorry, but TIT for TAT is great.