In Praise of the Simple Routine

Welcome. I’ve been measuring the progression of days by the ripeness of my neighbor’s tomatoes. They have a solitary Roma tomato plant on their patio whose fruits look perfect, plump and pale orange, not ready for plucking, but soon. In the absence of a lot of outside stimulus, the tiniest things take on meaning. Waving…

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The Simplest Noodles

Hello! And welcome to Five Weeknight Dishes. I’ve always been the kind of person who likes to cook when things feel out of control. My mom died when I was quite young, and the kitchen was her place, so when she died, it became my place, where I escaped to — and still do, to…

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The Most Comforting Dish of All

LONDON — My father passed away last December. In his final months, he wasn’t the dad I’d known — always terrifically absorbed in anything that came up in conversation. Regardless of whom he was talking to, he would find something genuinely engrossing, an opportunity to learn a fact or communicate one. He also lost his…

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