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I bought about 50 beautiful tomatoes in ‘the country’ last weekend ($8 total, including the basket! The farm stand is unattended and one pays by leaving money in a milk pail. But as I was counting my crumpled dollar bills I could feel the farmer’s eyes on me from a distance. I decided to leave 10 – after all the basket was included - and sure enough as we were driving away I saw the farmer walking toward the stand, probably about to go count the money. Or am I just a paranoid New Yorker?). I spent part of Monday chopping sautéing and canning. I was thinking, as I stirred, about my grandmother. Would she be disappointed to know that ‘canning’ these days’ means carefully pouring into “ziploc” bags (which probably cost me more than the tomatoes)?
For me, Summer comes to a close at the end of tomato season. (And I see bill is ready for the Fall pig roast).
Fine whine
In retrospect, it seems that Parker was doing to wine what Bill James was doing to baseball in the same years, and in the same way. Both Parker and James began, in the late seventies, as unknown amateurs with privately printed newsletters, rapidly found a hungry and enthusiastic audience, and by the mid-eighties had become the reigning authorities among people impatient with the old wisdoms.