The late, late edition

It's still Friday in Arizona for another 49 minutes, and I'm determined to keep the weekly newsletter streak alive.

Reading: Small Fires by Rebecca May Johnson and Midwinter Day by Bernadette Mayer -- two epics that provide me with a new way to think about what is deemed heroic. In her NYT obit, Mayer is quoted:

“The idea of perfection in a poem is pretty stupid,” she said. “Because if nothing else is perfect, why should a poem be perfect?”

Writing: Notes in the margins of books. My 5yo told me writing in books isn't allowed. I said it is when you're older. She wasn't convinced, adding that she didn't think the author would like that I was marking up the pages.

Cooking: Croutons with butter, rosemary, and salt. Onions and mushrooms sautéed in soy sauce. Tacos Chiwas in Phoenix has the best salsa bar because, in addition to the salsas, there's small charred green peppers, sliced radishes and cucumbers, and brown, jammy caramelized onions that I eat by the spoon. I'm not saying I cracked their recipe, but adding a healthy splash of soy sauce to the onions (and mushrooms if you like) to finish cooking is close.