I’ve had the pleasure of eating in Delfina, a premier restaurant in San Francisco. One of their most beloved and requested dishes is Spaghetti Pomodoro. I’ve made this recipe at home a few times, and it is perfection. Follow the instructions as given, and you’ll be in pasta heaven.
Photo by Vanessa KcKeown
A few years ago, after a brutal winter trip to Denver, I was flattened by a horrible cold. My nasal passages were swollen shut, and the waves of coughing were so violent, they sent my body into tremors. I could barely get off the couch. What I needed was chicken soup, but I didn’t have the energy to walk the two blocks to the deli. When a friend phoned to see how I was doing, he asked if I needed anything. Ordinarily, I would’ve answered no. I’m stubborn that way. But this time, I was not ok. I really needed help. Within an hour, he delivered a container of piping, hot soup to my front door, and it let the healing begin.
Illustration by Ella Frances Sanders
Los Angeles has been breaking all kinds of heat records, with temperatures hovering near 100 every day. And in a place where year-round, it’s almost always comfortable to be outside, grumpy residents are huddled indoors, staying close to the AC. We’re sick of it. On my Facebook page, I’ve been seeing lots of photos of fall foliage. I’m visualizing 80 degrees, which right now, would seem like sweater weather.
Photo at things organized neatly
When I’m looking to find my way out of an intractable problem, I take the dog for a walk. The fresh air and change of scenery does us both a world of good. Running into neighbors and having to make small talk forces me out of my head. And every so often when the stars are aligned, I return home with the answer. Where do you problem solve?
Walking Card by Eleni Kalorkoti
Throughout all the ebbs and flows of my social life, from voracious dater, to live-in boyfriend, to craving alone time at home with my dog, I’ve been an avid reader. Not much gets in the way of me and a book. Right now, it’s All the Light We Cannot See by Anthony Doerr. How about you?
From The Cook, the Thief, His Wife and Her Lover
Last month, Titanic was screening on demand, so I watched it in bits and pieces, and not in sequential order, over the course of several days. It could be the perfect way to consume the film. I remember seeing Titanic when it first arrived in theaters, and the storyline almost made me throw up. So I can’t explain what drew me in this time, so many years later. But as the second highest grossing movie of all time, I suppose I’m in good company. What’s your Titanic experience?
Illustration by Brian Rea