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On the flight to Albuquerque this morning, I read a tremendous story in The New Yorker about the capture of El Chapo, the head of the Sinaloa drug cartel. You should take 30 minutes to read it. Not my usual fare, but I couldn’t put it down.
Then I got off the plane and right there at the gate was a stand selling Heisenberg t-shirts.* Is this really such a swell idea, New Mexico? A meth dealer as the icon of your lovely, lovely state?
Now I’m reading Ruth Reichl’s brand-new novel, Delicious! It's her first and I'm curious to see if she can pull it off. I'm not far enough in to have a good sense of the plot, but so far there's a sensual, self-effacing narrator and she's just landed a job at a glitzy New York City food magazine. As of page 27 the book is cheerful and fluffy and I have no trouble putting it down. I'll give it 50 more pages to win my heart.
Now I need to go find blue corn for dinner.
*For those unfamiliar with Breaking Bad, the show took place in Albuquerque and its central character, Walter White, was also known as Heisenberg.