For those seeking some further insight into why a lawyer working 80-hour weeks would take the time to keep up a food blog, I direct you to an article in today's New York Times. I think it hits the nail rather squarely on the head. And it notes the passing of two supermarkets where my culinary adventures began, the UFM and the West Side Market in Morningside Heights, where Columbia students living in kitchen-equipped dorms were privileged to do their shopping for decades, never knowing just how good they had it.

Next time you're at the supermarket, start talking to the guy behind the fish counter, or the deli case, or the butcher display. Learn something about your food and the people who bring it to you. This is the matter that sustains your existence; take an interest in it. Share a love of it with your neighbors. Food is a miracle; it is the staff of life; it is the mortar of community. That's why I write about it, at the end of a twenty-hour day, even when I have to be back in the office four hours later. Man cannot live on bread alone.