Smarter than calling Dad

Using the effen Google. Salient detail is right there, no thrashing needed. I bailed in pain, but what about asking a guy who would know? Strunk & White would be weeping. . . 

Green at last, green at last

I never had this capability at the base camp, but I feel compelled to share the latest happy harbinger of summer cooking, after the return of Blue Moon fish to the Greenmarket: Keith is back for the season this Saturday and next Wednesday, on Union Square but up where the performance artists usually are. When I got the postcard I realized how much I give up garlic for winter because nothing is as good as the rocambole he grows (and I have tried everything Fairway imports, including the smoked stuff). Be there or eat acrid.

And I thought a garlic roaster was ridiculous

I'm not saying where, but we used to say editing the progenitor of this craze was like playing Whac-a-Mole. Clearly, we lost.