Every Friday morning, Bon Appétit senior staff writer Alex Beggs shares weekly highlights from the BA offices, from awesome new recipes to office drama to restaurant recs, with some weird (food!) stuff she saw on the internet thrown in. It gets better: If you sign up for our newsletter, you’ll get this letter before everyone else.
With two bunches of fat, new season asparagus from Detroit’s Eastern Market (the only place I’m a regular now), I made this pork and asparagus stir fry + side of white rice earlier in the week. The next day we used the leftover rice and a stray Ball Park Frank to make hot dog fried rice and it’s too bad we don’t have a recipe for that, but you can use your imagination.
Get the recipe: Pork and Asparagus Stir Fry
Witness my fitness
“You’re a sexy coffee table!” Okaaaay. I was bear-squatting (new move) during an Aaptiv workout called “Buns on Deck” with my favorite trainer, Ackeem, who had me envisioning my flattened back as a surface for condensating water glasses and bowls of peanuts. “I’m EXERCISINGGGGG” I grunted to no one.
I’ve found small ways to stay active in isolation, and using this audio workout app is what’s been working for me. Until I injured my knee squatting in front of the fridge looking for snacks, things were going great. Now I’ve got to ice it and recover. Hope your week was better!
My sister’s was. She made the Basically billionaire bars, which she calls “enhanced Twix,” and stashed the remainder of the batch in her freezer. That’s the only way I could make this opening section about a recipe for you to click!!
Make them: Tahini Billionaire Bars
As our lives change, from whatever
Before I became a young professional, I was a nanny to a boy named Henry and next week he is graduating high school, well, sort of. Virtually. Remotely. Via Zoom? Who knows. All I know is I won’t be able to go and that makes me sad. I didn’t know how to cook a damn thing when I was in charge of his well-being, so I blanched a lot of broccoli. One evening, while I was watching the broccoli float in a pot of boiling water, Henry walked over cradling his cat, Mr. Victor, and said, “Alex, Mr. Victor wants a kiss on the head!” and suddenly Mr. Victor’s tail swipes under the broccoli pot and IS ON FIRE. I said a very bad word! There was much shrieking! We patted the tail out with a kitchen towel. Mr. Victor scurried away with his singed tail-tip but the scent of burnt hair in the kitchen remained.