I’ve skimmed through the tireless self-promotion of a number of acquaintances, peered at the T.V. screens posted at my gym showing the senators deciding (or not), fried the tofu, walked the dogs, and heard and seen hundreds of acorns plummeting and squirrels racing across power lines and the tops of fences.
Yes, it’s over. Summer’s over, no time for regrets. Put air in the tires, fire up the GPS.
Around these parts, the dogs can’t wait to take in the scents.
It’s true and they are correct: Change is literally in the air and on the ground.
On a personal level, a very personal level, and I don’t know if I should be saying this, but, hey, here goes: The flat, pressed tofu I’ve been buying and frying has changed my life. Toss these babies in corn starch and flour, fry fast in crazy hot Canola, dry on a rack, and toss with spicy red pepper sauce, hoisin, and toasted sesame seeds, and, folks, your taste buds will cheer. This is: CHANG SHING TOFU, based in Cambridge, MA, and truly the product rules.
Meanwhile, up ahead, on the horizon, I see Betony, Albany, and Tokyo.
One thing leads to another.