Good morning. We were for a while there, my colleagues and I, meant to be back in the office this week, after 18 months working remotely on account of the pandemic.
Maybe you were, too? A lot of companies had a similar idea. The plans faded months ago, even before the Delta variant ramped up, but itâ€™s still jarring, in this season of back-to-school rebirth, for so many of us not to be back on the commute in hard soles and a tucked-in shirt. Remote labor may still be labor, but the isolation that accompanies it takes its own special toll. Youâ€™re not alone in feeling so, anyway. Be kind to one another this week on phone calls and during video meetings, in email, on instant message.
Be as kind or kinder to those whose work is not remote, even as danger continues to swirl. And attend as you can to those who have no work, whose struggles are intensified as a result of this strange and frustrating moment, caught between the rise of the coronavirus and its maddeningly slow descent.
Cook for people. I know it helps, even if you donâ€™t start out wanting to do it, I promise. Some possibilities: chocolate-cheesecake pudding bars (above) for neighbors you havenâ€™t seen much of since all this began; vegetarian kofta curry for children eager for the family to eat less meat; spiced ginger shrimp with burst tomatoes for yourself, because holy smokes those jammy tomatoes, this time of year, are their own reward.
Thereâ€™s plenty summer left at the thermometer, Iâ€™m sure, at least in the precincts I walk. But thereâ€™s something heartwarming about the autumnal flavors of this roast chicken with maple butter and rosemary, amazing with a drift of mashed potatoes or polenta. And I love this smoky lo mein with shiitake and vegetables, which certainly benefits from the use of a hand-held blowtorch (my colleagues at Wirecutter recommend this one), but does not require its use: a few extra seconds in a screaming-hot cast iron pan offer a similar result.
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Now, itâ€™s a far cry from toasting farro or deboning a quail, but Iâ€™ve been haunted these last few days by â€œAlpha: Eddie Gallagher and the War for the Souls of the Navy SEALs,â€ by my Times colleague David Philipps. Itâ€™s engrossing, full of horror and deeply damning.
Do read, as well, our Dwight Garnerâ€™s profile of the novelist S.A. Cosby, a regular in these pages.
Hereâ€™s Annette McGivney on the death of a very good dog, in Outside.
Finally, new music from Japanese Breakfast to play us off, â€œGlider,â€ written for the forthcoming video game Sable and reviewed by Jon Pareles last week in The Times. Enjoy that, and Iâ€™ll be back on Friday.