Good morning. I hope it’s cool where you’re at, that you’re sweater-bundled against the Australian winter, the cold breeze off Kachemak Bay in Alaska, the HVAC system humming away in the cube farm where you work. I hope you’re not, like, roofing a house in Atlanta.
Because, look, it has been awful across a lot of the country these last few days, with high humidity to match the high temperatures, and all I can think about of late is Julia Moskin’s recipe for the best gazpacho (above), smooth and almost fluffy, incredibly delicious, especially when deeply chilled.
You could have some cold sesame noodles as well or instead this evening, with rotisserie chicken strewn across the top if you desire; I don’t.
I like this ginger-cucumber salad with scallops at the end of a scorcher. Also, David Tanis’s precise instructions for the creation of a proper, Italian-style tuna sandwich.
Now, let’s recall always that eating at home is about a great deal more than what’s on the table or poured in your glass. Perhaps you could talk about this article by S. Margot Finn on food injustice and what a lot of people don’t get about poverty and inequality, in the Breakthrough Journal. (A tip of the hat to Longreads for bringing it to my attention.)
Definitely read Mark Leibovich on Pete Buttigieg, in The New York Times Magazine. You can talk about it after dinner, when you walk the dog or head to the store for chocolate.
This classic old video of Greg Stump going big on the mountain may get you reminiscing about winter fun: “The Blizzard of AAHs,” from 1988.
Finally, Christine Muhlke turned me on to “How Could She,” a novel by Lauren Mechling that’s like eavesdropping on The Chic Set. It’s fun. Try that this week as well and I’ll be back on Wednesday.
