Wednesdays can be rough. Order delivery and garnish the pie just how you like it.
 | | Melina Hammer for The New York Times |
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Good morning. I'd wager I cook more than your average newspaper editor. I enjoy feeding my family and appreciate the break it offers me from thinking about facts and figures, stories and consequences. |
But, man, Wednesdays are difficult. The weekends seem so far away. There was the last one, already remembered in sepia tones, when I was grilling sausages in the gloaming; and the next one, days ahead, impossible to imagine actually happening, when maybe I'll finally get around to making the season's first blueberry pie. |
I don't want to cook on Wednesdays. Maybe you don't want to, either. That's when a pizza party comes in. Of course you can make the pizza yourself (above) — cooking when you don't want to is one of the things that'll make you a better cook — but this particular dinner requires only a reliable pizzeria for pickup or delivery of a plain pie, what some parts of the country call a cheese pizza: a blank canvas for your midweek needs. |
What follows is hardly cooking. You might dress a green salad and arrange it over the pie, or fry a bunch of eggs and slide them on top. You could examine your refrigerator as you might in advance of making a charcuterie board, and use what cured meats and interesting cheeses you have to adorn the sauce. Sautéed spinach on your pizza? Chinese sausage? Pickled jalapeños? Honey and red-pepper flakes? Sure. Whatever you like. It makes for wonderful eating in the middle of the week. |
It's wonderful to make food for others, perhaps especially when you're dragging a little. Everyone else is, too, no doubt. The food — even if it's modest — will help lift them, will bring sustenance and cheer to the middle of the week. |
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We are standing by to help should you run into trouble with that, or with our technology: cookingcare@nytimes.com. You can also write to me if I make you mad or leave you feeling happy: foodeditor@nytimes.com. I cannot respond to everyone. But I read every letter sent. (Holy smokes did I get a lot of them on Monday, when I erroneously placed Zuni Café in Berkeley, Calif. The restaurant is in San Francisco, of course. D'oh!) |
Now, it's nothing to do with purslane or cod cheeks, but I've been enjoying "1883," Taylor Sheridan's dark, violent and often beautiful prequel to "Yellowstone," on Paramount+. |
Finally, in this week's Times "Playlist," Jon Pareles turned me on to a new track from Sampa the Great, featuring Chef 187, Tio Nason and Mwanjé, "Never Forget." Listen to that, and I'll be back on Friday. |
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