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Dispatches from the road — where I've been eating, what I'm writing, and the occasional recipe I was told never to write down.

Every so often I send a letter from wherever I am: a meal worth the detour, a market worth waking for, a new essay finding its shape. Slow and personal, like the writing itself — no firehose, just a note from the table.

What arrives

• New essays and features, first;
• Short dispatches from wherever I'm working;
• The occasional recipe, told the way it was taught to me — by feel;
• Notes on the writing and traveling life, honestly.

Why a letter, and not a feed

Social feeds reward the fast version of a thought; a letter can hold a slower one. I'd rather send something occasional and considered than something frequent and thin — which is also why the site has a notebook for the shorter notes that don't need an inbox of their own.

What a dispatch actually looks like

A recent one, in miniature: three paragraphs about a spice stall I'd walked past for a week before finally stopping, a short recipe note dictated to me by the stallholder's daughter, and a line about the essay it eventually became — which later showed up on the writing page.

Meanwhile, there's plenty to read in Writing, and shorter notes in the notebook.