How many of us, one can only won-
der, affect a confident air in the
kitchen because of a handy cheat-
sheet or mobile app, in the nuanced
voice of Mr Olney or, I confess, of
Craig Claiborne? Legions, have we
noted, on the Greenwich steps of
Telegraph Hill, the spiraling croi-
sette of Corbett Street, indeed e-
even the stately stairs of Taylor,
rising between Bohemia and the Hun-
tington, all assured in their acu-
men by a guide who climbed before.
But what happens, as an unfolding
of ordinary life repositions the
secret, early stenciled upon the
evolving fore, as a magnified yet
inaccessible code on the obverse
muscle group? Ah. A consternation?
A seizure by anxiety, at the dis-
appearance of any legacy of learn-
ing, upon the thoroughly intended
renovation of the subject, is pos-
sibly the most endurable remorse -
of our marginal sample of mankind.
I recall, distinctly, the parsley.
ii Joe Collier
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