Someday, when I have a kitchen counter that fits more than just a dish rack, I will subscribe to Bon Appétit. Its glossy full-page photos of things like Galician pork and vegetable stew, chicken with tarragon and southwest rice and corn salad, and pastry twists with spiced sugar-honey glaze look divine. Its feature articles blend food with poetry and its writers are chosen for things like the Best Food Writing series. The issue I just bought even has a spotlight on new york’s beer scene.

This would be that next step in my recreational cooking career, though I’m quite sure I’m probably not ready yet. Someday, when I have enough cabinets to have shelves of fancy oils and vinegars and a real life spice rack. Until then, I’ll make due with Food Network.

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