An Open Letter to Santa Claus


Dear Santa,

We’ve been pretty good this year.

We supported the New York establishments that we love and worked tirelessly to perfect our homemade baked goods. We buried our heads in hundreds of tasty books and still found a few ways to keep the spice in our lives. We ate a lot of meat (but we’re not sure what list that puts us on).

Anyway, to make your life a bit easier, we’ve organized a short list of the food gifts that we’re hoping to see under the tree next week. Questions? Let us know.

Fork in the Road

Robert Sietsema: I’d like some mutton barbecue from Owensboro, Kentucky; a real Texas-style kolache from West, Texas, just north of Waco; a mojado burrito stuffed with carnitas and drenched in chile gravy and cheese from Cancun in the Mission, San Francisco; eel cooked over dry reeds from Chiusi in Tuscany; one perfect white truffle from anywhere in Northern Italy, and a pizza from Totonno’s.

Tejal Rao: It’s kind of a big-ticket item, but since we’re talking wish list stuff, I could really use a stand mixer to cream butter and make Italian meringues and all the other ridiculous stuff I do by hand. But the thing right at the top of my wish list is for all the city’s restaurants that are still closed from the storm to find the funds they need to reopen and bounce back. All I want is to see places like the Good Fork and Totonno’s just completely full of happy people eating and drinking.

Jessica Goodman: This Sriracha cookbook. It’s the perfect stocking stuffer for anyone who can’t live without that red and green bottle. Might as well have a little direction while you’re pouring it on everything you eat.

Eric Sundermann: Of course, mine are booze related. I’d love a nice bottle of scotch because I can’t really afford to drink liquor that isn’t better suited for cleaning rust. Of course, the bottle doesn’t have to be too outrageous, but something that’s a little bit better than my usual Dewars, or as their advertisement says, “the Drinking Man’s Scotch.” (Which is just ridiculous, by the way). There’s also a whiskey that comes from my home county in Iowa called Templeton Rye, which I love. It’s famous for being bootlegged during Prohibition by Al Capone himself. Or fuck it, maybe just a bigass bottle of Jameson.

Mallory Stuchin: I’d love those comically tiny Le Creuset baking dishes because they look like the offspring of Dutch ovens. I’ve also always wanted one of those divided bowls that separates cereal from milk and eliminates soggy Special K forever. I really hope that Nathan’s reopens (and fills with people!) so I can try one of their famous hot dogs for the first time.