Dear Readers,

I hope you are enjoying some beautiful spring weather, wherever you are today! 

We are so delighted to have farmers markets back in full swing in our area. I'm trying to figure out how to eat salad at lunch, dinner, and breakfast, just to use up all the lettuce I'm buying!  I posted some pretty photos of the produce and flowers at the Williamsburg Farmers Market on the blog last weekend.  

Recently, I stumbled upon the beautiful 50th anniversary edition of M.F.K. Fisher's major collected works, The Art of Eating.  First published in 1954, this is a can't-put-it-down treasury of food writing (she even forays into food history). As writers go (food writers and otherwise), she is absolutely in a class unto herself.  I can only describe her work as a mash-up of Mastering the Art of French Cookingan Agatha Christie murder mystery, Shakespeare, and anything by Stephen King (just as riveting, but not as gruesome).  Her writing, as I was recently attempting to explain to a friend, is at once witty, acerbic, and luscious. Whatever you may think of M.F.K. Fisher, you have to respect someone who thinks up memorable titles like How To Cook A Wolf (1942), written to encourage Americans dealing with the leanest year of rationing and food shortages of World War II.  In her preface she wrote: "War is a beastly business, it is true, but one proof that we are human is our ability to learn, even from it, how better to exist.  If this book, written in one wartime, still goes on helping to solve that unavoidable problem, it is worth reading again, I think, no matter what its quaint superficiality, its sometimes unintentionally grim humor."  If you're needing a gift for the gastronome in your life, look no further than The Art of Eating.