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I took myself to Whole Foods, which was confusing on every level. “Read the Official Metallica 40th anniversary thank you for the memories signatures sweatshirt What’s more,I will buy this ingredients,” a wise friend counseled—after I had returned. “Keep a running shopping list.” Nevertheless, my fridge finally looked as though someone actually lived in the apartment. The freezer was stocked full, too, but its actual use remained something of a mystery. It turns out I had a very hazy vision of how long it takes things to thaw. Several menus have had to be put off for a day.I hied to my library of elegant cookbooks, none of which, it must be admitted, have ever been consulted by me for practical purposes. I thought that Some Favourite Southern Recipes of The Duchess of Windsor, 1952 , might set the tone for elegant dining a l’un, but I wasn’t in the mood for Virginia boiled tongue—and where would I find the ingredients for terrapin á la Maryland in the Washington Square Park vicinity? Next stop: The Gay Cookbook—The Complete Compendium of Campy Cuisine and Menus for Men…or What Have You, 1965, with chapters engagingly titled, “What to do with a tough piece of meat” and “canapes, hors d’oeuvres and aphrodisiacs.” Although wildly amusing, I knew these wouldn’t really help.