Sometimes it’s frustrating to be in Santa Fe’s bizarre political bubble. Everything is falsely rosy and the most pressing issue is red, green or Wi-Fi? Other times our irreality bubble is pleasantly insulating: There are no outraged, militant lunatics getting violent because the government is helping them. But we should remember that what happens beyond our bubble won’t necessarily stay beyond our bubble, especially as an important election season kicks off.
Deborah Madison’s new book is fuel for fruit fanatics. The three words of the title, Seasonal Fruit Desserts, contain many suggestions—the most blatant and mouthwatering of which are conjured by the word “desserts,” written in giant typeface on the book’s cover. That emphasis probably plays well in booksellers’ aisles but, in practice, it’s almost a constraint: The book is actually a page-by-page insurgency against the over-sugared, unimaginative indulgences that plague the American plate.
When the road to the ski area is icy or snow-packed, you’d think people would exercise sound judgment about traveling. For example, those without four-wheel drives or all-wheel drives or, at least, snow tires and good winter driving skills, might choose to find a ride with someone who does. But this is not the case.