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...Cusp" (Alternative Comics; 40 pp.; $3.95) debuts the work of the fawn-like 22-year-old Thomas Herpich. The cover even has a deer with its head sticking out of leaf-covered lake. A naturalist theme continues inside with stories involving fish, werewolves, ants and people, all of whom either want to eat each other or mate or both. All of Herpich's stories have a dream-like quality - full of strange narrative logic founded in base instincts and anxieties - yet always funny...
With a passionate Roman accent, she announces: “We have beautiful, beautiful fresh fish tonight. Scallops as an appetizer—olive oil, garlic. Magnificent! Sea bass, what we call branzino, with fresh tomato, sautéed and spinach and roast potato. Scampi! Oh, the size of my fist—grilled, with lemon and olive oil and with some wonderful risotto...
...Fishmonger Ratana Sripong says she couldn't live without the useful buggies. "They are perfect for picking up fish from the wet markets," she says. "No taxi driver is going to let me get in his car with dripping bags full of ice and fish. But the tuk-tuk drivers don't care?they can just hose out the mess and get back on the road." Ratana has noticed a price increase in recent years. "I think some of the drivers have become a bit greedy. They are used to getting big fares from tourists, and you have to remind...
...with celery root, pancetta and pear, and showcased the restaurant’s commitment to serving fresh ingredients. The waiter made a point of explaining that although the menu advertised Nantucket Bay scallops, the recent cold snap had necessitated a switch to Maine diver scallops which were easier to fish in frigid waters. The scallops were perfectly cooked, treading the fine line between undercooked slipperiness and the off-putting elastic band texture that can result when they are left in the pan too long...
...were coming out of the fish-and-chips shop—the only restaurant open in that Irish village at six on New Year’s Eve—and into darkness softened by a fine drizzle when the parade turned the corner and started towards us. A police officer driving a tiny Garda hatchback led, ready to fend off traffic if there had been any. A few dozen children followed her, carrying trash-bag puppets on poles and boats made out of cardboard with sails of flowered sheets. Eight or ten kids supported a plastic tarpaulin rendition...