the new yorker food issue.....

ok, so this week's new yorker is the food issue........and it is packed with marvelous pieces on everything from starvation to gluttony..............the food memories of a chinese woman were tearfully poignant...........especially the part where she recalls sipping unrationed soy sauce and/or vinegar from a spoon just to stave off the hunger pangs that went hand in hand with the famine in mainland asia...................and the description of the 35-course lunch in vezelay.........and the somali man's piece on the dinner party he prepared that his english woman/sublet/roommate through in the trash while he stepped out to buy last minute ingredients.......................and the indian woman's attempts to cook traditional foods in spite of the fact that her mother would not divulge recipes................and then there was the calvin trillin piece on south africa's fried fish..................just because i am no longer in the food business does not mean that i have lost my taste for cooking or eating....or reading about either...............the fellow who wrote about the 35-course lunch that he was privy too sometime last fall.....noted......and i paraphrase here......if ever i was given a dreary 6 months to live.....i would head immediately to lyon, where i would have friends cart me from bistro to bistro.............or words to that effect....................i fully agree....................