In between guessing that the Malaysian jet is inside Afghanistan, at a remote air base, and writing about the ironic disharmony of Japanese seasonality in cuisine, while reading reviews of Lorrie Moore’s new book, I’ve been taking stock.

Sicilian blood oranges, first of the season, arrived this past week at Russo’s, and at $27 a case, this brings new life into a glass each morning.  It’s cheaper than a cup of Joe at Starbucks, I’m told; I still have never been to one of the coffee shops, but rumor has it that it’s good, hot, and expensive.

Alaskan black cod loin showed up at New Deal fish.  Pickled asparagus are on the shelves of Grillo’s.

New restaurants are opening up, too.

There’s what I predict and what I hope will happen.

More fat and big plates.

More vegetarian dishes.