Peter Miller

If you make them well and nimbly, they will sit brilliantly at your own table and disappear, just as fries might.

Whipped, it is in truth not much cream. A pint will last easily a week. Whipped cream is the present. A perfect present tense, in the proper place.

And now, of course, we are, 50 years later, riveted by the Stealgate hearings.

Someone suggested we call John Aylward, who was currently a star actor at the Seattle Repertory Theater. John accepted without pause.

It is wonderful now, but it will not be near as good in the middle of summer. This is its time, spring.

The asparagus of early spring, 2022.

Russ bailed them out but he got very tired of it.

Serve with extra grated cheese and the rest of the bread crumbs and fresh pepper and a last line of olive oil. The treat of winter bitters.

I can read almost perfectly. I can walk into Proust and be more pleased in a moment than had I won a thousand awards. I can hear a pop song, "Midnight Train to Georgia," and tell my son, it must have been wonderful to write the lyrics -- "I would rather live in his world than live without him in mine."

You live where mushrooms live -- use them, they are a brilliance only a fool should ignore. If the porcini are $50/pound, buy $10 worth, it is a fortune. Same for morels, or chanterelles. Or matsutake. Sauté them on the side, in a small sauté pan, with parsley and garlic and such. Few pizza places will use such mushrooms, for they are expensive, fragile and, for the most part, their brilliance is lost on the audience.