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I didn't know him except through his work here, but we DMed briefly after he fell sick. What a loss.

You're broadly right, but see this, and this for the occasional exception.

You must have an erudite mailperson.

I've wondered too. I've DM-ed him previously on these issues, and he's responded, but not in recent weeks. I wish him the very best.

OK, they do look better than *my* Mom ever made, but that was back in Bombay and a whole other story ... What about my balls? My wife, Queens-Italian-American to her essentials, expressed a desire for these orbs of happiness a few months ago. I read my Hazan and produced some. They passed muster. My mistake was that I mentioned to her family in a group chat that my wife craved meatballs. In October, when we hosted a "cousins dinner" at our Hell's Kitchen digs, cousin after cousin slipped me containers of meatballs (4 dozen from one) with a knowing wink and a secretive whisper, "I know she wants them." Then, of course, my freezer door nudged open after a door slam and all balls were lost.

I hate it too when drunks don't dress well.

Cato Corner carries around this time full vertical versions of many of their cheeses. You can get, for example, Vivace Bambino, Vivace, & Vivace Molto Womanchego, Mrs. Robinson, & Wise Womanchego as I did (in addition to Gossamer, and suchlike). This year's Hooligan is about to be released they say. But tragedy has struck. I bought these vertical tastings to take to a big family reunion in Leeds (complicated reasons) over Christmas, but that fucking Indian colony, the UK, does not permit dairy products being brought in. I looked at the list of what is and is not allowed, and there's a pattern: mangoes, guavas allowed, apples no. Protectionism anyone? I'll have to drown my sorrow in Yorkshire Blue. Anything else?

This, and the posts above, are personally interesting to me. LIU has now become more a trade school than a genuine University, its faculty decimated. I know whatof I speak.

What is foots ball? A corruption of cricket? ETA: I get it now, you are talking of bases ball. ETA ETA: Whichever, still corruptions of the one true game.

Rage?

I'm such an admirer of yours, but I have to say (looting McCarthy) that every word you say above, except "a" and "the", is incomprehensible.

Forgetting your needs, will you be able to given your ingestion of an oyster with such ups and downs. Did it say "ha, ha, ha ..." on the way down with the last laugh sounding like, well, the last?

This is pretty much the recipe I linked to above that is now listed in the NYT as Tosi's.

Think, if you and your daughter had been more alert to the possibilities of theft, we could this very day have been reading in the NYT or WaPo: Wilfrid's Daughter's Indiana Soofle by Wilfrid's Daughter

You'll be delighted to know that the dish now has the Christina Tosi stamp of approval: https://cooking.nytimes.com/recipes/1026351-christina-tosis-corn-bake