The New Yorker Food Issue

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Every year for Thanksgiving, we go to Costa Rica with a group of friends to unwind and unplug (that’s right, no internets for AT’s Mama and Papa Bear.) It’s divine. Except that with a toddler in tow, it’s not the kind of vacation it used to be, pre-breeding.

This week I got an email from a one of our friends who is used to devouring a book or two on the trip. “What books are your bringing?” she asked, innocently enough, typing quickly, lowercase style with the baby probably bouncing on her lap.

“I’ll be lucky if I make it through the Food Issue,” I responded, summing up my approach to reading since becoming a mother two years ago (my friend is six months in, and a better reader anyway.)

The New Yorker’s Food Issue is one of those treats I look forward to each year, except that it always comes as a complete surprise since it isn’t on any set editorial calendar (which makes me feel less bad if I don’t know what I’m going to write about tomorrow.) This year, it corresponds with Thanksgiving week and is on newsstands now, so grab a copy and tuck it into your bag no matter where you’re spending the week. If you’re at home, you can run to your closet, hide from your family and read in peace for five minutes.

I’m looking forward to reading “The Hungry Travellers,” Jane Kramer’s profile of Jeff Alford and Naomi Duguid (authors of “Hot Sour Salty Sweet” and “Beyond the Great Wall”) and Mimi Sheraton’s short piece about her obsession with brodetto, an Italian bouillabaisse-like soup.

I have already flipped through the online feature with photojournalists talking about memorable on-the-job meals which I won’t have access to in Costa Rica, yay!

Another online-only feature is Ask the Author with Calvin Trillin where you can put your own question to the fabulous Mr. Trillin. Ask him anything, preferably not what his favorite Thanksgiving side dish is. We’re all tired of that one.

But in case you’re wondering, I’ll be having rice and beans.