Black Saturday precedes Black Sunday around here. Tomorrow? The big news among those of us who inhabit the insect world is my letter to the editor in tomorrow’s NYT magazine about Christopher Walken. Otherwise? Back to business.
We’re running low on turkey leftovers, but have silos full of stuffing, cranberry sauce, and pie. Therefore, tonight? Sea bass, oven roasted, with fennel and who knows what?
I know: Cannellini, radicchio, fennel, kale sprouts, and cipollini.
Each day brings us a little closer to the silence, tumult, and illogic of nature, and we mark that proximity by establishing holidays with themes: Birth, Plentitude, Resilience, Survival, and Death.
Speaking of which: Did you hear that a clown died in Thursday’s Thanksgiving parade in NYC?
I laughed, I cried.