Hold the fava beans

Dear Oprah,
Why, why did you have to pick a book that I have been meaning to read for the past two years? Now I have to wait at least another year to read “Middlesex,” so no one will see me on the train and think I’m blindly following your recommendations. You have been really messing with me recently—I’m also dying to read “The Road,” but of course now I can’t.

As the NYTimes put it so well in an article today about competitive dinner parties:

“For him, serving a dish that is on the menu at several good restaurants in the city right now — a fava bean salad with shaved pecorino, for instance — would be like being caught reading ‘The Lovely Bones’ right after Oprah Winfrey endorsed it.”

Darn you, Oprah!