Use them with abandon! It’s the summer time of sauce.
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Now, it’s nothing at all to do with béarnaise or XO, but “A Double Everyday living,” by Flynn Berry, about a daughter’s romantic relationship with her lacking father, an aristocrat accused of murder, is a thrilling read for the beach or hearth escape.
And you must undoubtedly consider Sam Sanders’s “Closer to the Nursing House,” in Popula, a look-back again assessment of the celebrity journal Closer: “I saw a copy for the initial time in several years a couple of months ago,” she wrote, “and I preferred to see what it was up to now, how poorly it had aged — standard ex things.”
Here’s Peter Schjeldahl in The New Yorker on how the Medici had been painted by the artists they supported.
Funkadelic’s third album, “Maggot Brain,” is turning 50. The Occasions went deep on a in advance of-and-right after look at the music that informed it, and the audio it informed, and it’s a superb journey to discover it all. Do that.
At last, as a amount of language instructors pointed out to me, I blew the French for the motto of the Association de sauvegarde de l’oeuf mayonnaise in Monday’s e-newsletter. It is “Le temps passe, les oeufs durent” (not “les temps” and not “passé). “Time passes, the eggs last.” My substantial university French trainer would practically rap my knuckles for that. Apologies. I’ll be again on Friday.