It’s been a while, friends, but I’m back, and we have so much to catch up on. I still have to tell you about my dinner at elBulli last November, and there are some pretty exciting things coming up (here’s a hint: I renewed my passport, and sent it out to get visas), and I’m trying to turn over a new leaf… I’m going to be sharing all of these things with you, and I’m determined not to go on another three-plus month hiatus again.
In the meantime, a few words of advice:
- If you live in Boston and like seafood, go eat at Island Creek Oyster Bar. Actually, scratch that — if you live and like to eat, come to Boston and go to Island Creek Oyster Bar. If you’re still with me, order the fried oyster sliders (two per person, minimum), try one of the shell-less mussels appetizers, and get at least one glass of the Meßmer Riesling Halbtrocken 2008.
- Get yourself a copy of Plenty by Yotam Ottolenghi and start cooking.
- Sharpen your knives.
I leave you this, in closing. I know the title sounds depressing, but I don’t think it is at all. In fact, I highly suggest singing along as loudly as you can, ideally while driving with the windows open.