A few good reads in my absence
Plus: strawberry summer cake, '30 Rock' remains perfect, and more
Good morning! It’s Wednesday, and as I mentioned last month, I’m taking this week off for vacation. (We are traveling by train to a historic hotel; it’s all very exciting.) However, I do have some reading recs for you in my absence. Find them below, and I’ll be back next week with a paid post.
“70 miles in hell,” by Caitlin Dickerson for The Atlantic
“The evangelical diploma divide,” by Daniel K. Williams for CT
“Racked by pain and enraptured by a right-wing miracle cure,” by Eli Saslow for The New York Times
“Natalism, NIMBYism, and JD Vance,” by
for“Jerry’s apartment,” by
for“I reviewed restaurants for 12 years. They’ve changed, and not for the better,” by Pete Wells for The New York Times.
In my first few years on the job, I thought of restaurants as one of the few places left where our experiences were completely human. We might work silently in our cubicles, rearranging and transmitting zeros and ones. We might walk around with speakers in our ears that played digital music files chosen by an algorithm. We might buy our books and sweaters and toothpaste with a click and wait until they showed up at our door. We might flirt, fight and make up by text. But when we went out to eat, we were people again.
No machine could drink rosé for us, or chew lamb chops, or flirt, fight and make up. And at every critical point in the meal, there were people there to guide us. From the moment we walked in, we talked with hosts, bartenders, captains, runners and bussers. Being served in a restaurant wasn’t passive. We had to participate.
Many of the little routines of dining that we used to handle by talking to a person now happen on a screen.
Strawberry summer cake recipe from Smitten Kitchen
And a tiny little take for you, as a treat:
Dear sister. You are a joy and you don't know how sometimes I just need to chill. You inspire that. I can get so intense in intercession, that I have to stay away from the prayer meeting. I have spent too much time with Jesus and simply cannot stand religiosity, especially in myself. Following the comment on restaurants, I have found that coffee shops and a meal at a restaurant bar are my mission fields and where the church gathers. His presence can overflow to the next table. A local, family-oriented microbrewery has seen low level marriage counseling and an amazing conversation with a young man named for John Calvin. Abundant blessing on your week off with the family. Take two!!