The perfect New Yorker

I've been reading Secret Ingredients, a collection of food writing from the New Yorker. It's delicious. It spans decades.

So far, I've been to a beefsteak in 1930s New York, I've dined in Paris, and I've spent a lovely time with Julia Child, courtesy of Calvin Tomkins.

The best part is that it's all in a book, and I can taste and sample at my leisure without worrying that another magazine is going to arrive in a week. Ahh... savor it!