The New Yorker‘s annual food issue is out this week, to the immeasurable joy of gastronerds who have some spare time on their hands. High on the marquee is Lauren Collins’ profile of April Bloomfield, whom Collins dubs “the food world’s oblivious savant.”
Elsewhere in the issue…
— Burkhard Bilger spends time with Sandor Katz, a self-described “fermentation fetishist” and member of an underground food movement replete with foragers, herbalists, raw-milk enthusiasts, and roadkill eaters.
— Calvin Trillin writes about Mosca’s, a restaurant on the outskirts of New Orleans that’s been owned by the same family since it opened in 1946 and is just one of many restaurants in the region coping with the lingering effects of the BP oil spill.
— Chang-rae Lee reminisces about Thanksgiving during his childhood, when he was a recent immigrant living in New Rochelle; Jane Kramer considers the history of root vegetables; and Laura Shapiro considers the menus of “conscientious cookery” that Eleanor Roosevelt served at the White House, possibly as punishment to her epicurean husband, Franklin.