Pantry pasta, gravy on eggs, & a cookbook for hedonists

Recommendations for the month of April :^)

Sunday afternoon I drove into New York on edge: my car was packed to the brim, and I’d recently discovered that my license expired on my birthday. I wanted to avoid trouble, and I wanted to get home quickly so that the five quarts of stock in a cooler bag in my trunk wouldn’t spoil. I felt a bit like this photo of Martha Stewart: testing the constraints…