| Ryan Liebe for The New York Times. Food Stylist: Barrett Washburne. |
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February is firmly upon us, and if, like me, you'd like to raise a toast to the end of Dry January, the writer Robert Simonson has just the thing: the Bee's Knees. The cocktail, that is. This classic quaff, possibly born in Jazz Age Paris, softens a standard gin sour, with honey swapping in for sugar. You can shake one up tonight or, for a spirit-free option, try a nonalcoholic French 75. Either way, a weeknight drink is the cat's meow. |
The family bartender, my husband, recently mixed a nice round of Bee's Kneeses, which we enjoyed as our soup bubbled gently on the stove. You could do the same, perhaps letting Ali Slagle's hearty new one-pot stew of broccoli and farro (above) simmer while you sip. She spikes the mix with white wine and capers, giving this meatless main course highly sophisticated flavors. Or, maybe you could whip up Vallery Lomas's savory grits and greens, ready in 40 minutes and full of sharp Cheddar and soft collard greens. |
While not necessarily a full meal, Dawn Perry's crunchy, cheesy French bread pizzas, baked on a sheet-pan, are a perennial crowd-pleaser, with or without the pepperoni topping. (Anchovies make an excellent substitute). Serve with a Caesar salad (classic or vegan). Or you could go full-on pizza and try David Tanis's California-style pizza with sweet and hot peppers, sans tomato sauce but with a simple homemade crust. (You can use purchased dough. I won't tell.) |
For dessert on a weeknight, an air-fryer cheesecake is easy enough, though it will need to sit overnight before you can dig in for creamy slices. Then, over the weekend, you can bake something else, like Ebinger's blackout cake, a fudgy, pudding-filled blast from my childhood. |
One thing bees do not have, however, are ears. So some found it quaint last September when Queen Elizabeth's royal beekeeper whispered to the royal hives the news of her death. But "telling the bees" is a centuries-old tradition that is deeply rooted, as the writer Will Hunt shows in a moving piece in Pioneer Works's Broadcast. He takes us through a mock hive funeral staged by French beekeepers protesting pesticides and into sacred apiary caverns. He introduces us to ancient beelike priestesses called Melissae (no relation) and relates his own grandmother's death to trace the relationship between bees and mourning. "In cultures all over the world, bees were regarded as the winged couriers to the otherworld — to send a message to the dead, one told the bees." |
I think many of us have a thing or two to whisper to the bees. See you on Wednesday. |
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