She produced special oily ham from Spain and I supplied a pair of pears. We ate our picnic listening to a roaring weir and squealing children then I picked my way into the river for my first dip this year.
Suadero, Shishito.
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I always enjoy Gary Shteyngart’s writing (e.g., 2004, 2011), and his latest
New Yorker essay, “A Martini Tour of New York City” (archived), is no
exception...
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What a lovely picnic. How is the language transplant going?
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