When All Else Fails, Eat.

The Prose, Poetry and Inexcusable Doggerel Space at The Great Plotnik World Headquarters and Meatball Kitchen is under construction. And so, as he always does when faced with extra time on his hands, The Great Plotnik is cooking. First, he charred some red and yellow peppers and put them in a garlic marinade. Then...

...he whipped up a batch of bulgar pilaf with onions, dried cranberries, raisins and pine nuts, and then...

...he made some chicken salad with red grapes and tarragon.

P.J., The Great Domin-Nik, must be ill. Usually, when Plotnik is cooking, she turns up at the front door with some lame excuse about 'acupuncture' or 'taking a walk.' He had the table set and everything.