You and I both expected some thoughts on aging. For me, the prompt was the fact that I’ve started working out at the UA Student Rec Center again, and I’m sure I’m in the 95th percentile by age, among all users. After three boring starts, I realized I don’t have anything original or meaningful to say about getting old. So, in the immortal words of the amazing—and sorely missed—Emily Litella (Gilda Radner) “never mind!” (Here’s Ms. Litella on busting school children.)

On to bagels and pizza. I’m three weeks into Bagel Making 101, a self-taught course. Pretty satisfied, as they’re pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty good! Also pretty authentic, I think. I ate one and was stuffed. Chewy

I was having a drink Wednesday evening with my friend Stephen Caine. The chatter wandered, aided by a decent dose of very fine, very cold gin. At a point in time, probably about two-thirds of the way into the conversation, we hit our marks. (Ever notice how most any discussion has its really important dialogue during the last 30% of the time, plus or minus. Almost like a law of nature!)

And what were our marks? Well, Stephen shared being at Woodstock for one night. Cold, smelly, wet, but an experience never to be forgotten. Or encountered/replicated again! And it’s that last part that mattered, as we wandered into the realm of “you can’t trap light in a jar,” experience

blas·phe·my (blasphǝmē) the act or offense of speaking sacrilegiously about … sacred things

So it is with pizza for me and some of my good friends. A sacred thing! Alas, definitions differ … and so it is with apologies to S.C. and others that I share pizza aka The Four Tastes. A New York-style crust, courtesy of Kenji Lopez-Alt. A light shredded mozzarella base. Over-priced dried cherries from Whole Foods. Dry, salt cured black olives. Red and golden pickled peppadews. Carrots. Capers. Red onion. Radicchio. And a light dusting of Asiago cheese.

No, it’s not pizza like anyone who hails from New York knows pizza. But it’s really, really good! Vegetarian, too, and it can be vegan without the

I’ve been a bread baker and pizza maker for almost 40 years. Bialys and I became acquainted—in the “I make them” sense—about five years ago. And bagels? Never, really, until this weekend. (”Never” means we’re not including two or three efforts, which basically amounted to forming bagel shapes out of some bread dough, boiling and baking.)

When my daughter and I were in New York, we tried several bagels. I liked, best the Montreal-style bagel from Black Seed. Not too big, not too puffy, with a strong crust and a chewy interior.

So, I tried a Montreal-style recipe today. Not good, so I won’t share the recipe. Lots of sugar, all-purpose flour, and a short rise. They have a

For pizza, Tucson has found its place on the map. Without taking anything away from Scordato’s Pizzeria (our favorite) and the many other fine pizza sources in my home town, Pizzeria Bianco opened on Thursday, July 24 on Congress St., downtown. As it happens, I was enjoying a fine, fine meal at Brix in Flagstaff on Thursday—no pics, as I remembered to take them as the table was being cleared—and I don’t do lines, anyway! And lines there were at PB. So I missed the opening.

Chris Bianco’s pizzas are pretty amazing and definitely worth a try. Nancy Silverton, founder of La Brea Bakery, 2014 James Beard Outstanding Chef, and co-owner of the Pizzeria Mozza chain—a great pizzeria, too—writes, in

Ms. J and I were in Madison, WI over the Independence Day weekend to visit our daughter. She’s spending the summer working in Mad-City, and clearly enjoying herself immensely.

Madison is the Wisconsin state capital. It’s also the home of the University of Wisconsin’s main campus, and Wisconsin’s second largest city.

We had a wonderful time. We stayed about three blocks from the state capitol building. Here are pictures.

Legislation

Justice

Liberty

Government

The rotunda

One cool building! (It’s also the host for Dane County Farmers’ Market, the largest producer-only farmer’s market in the nation.)

We ate very, very well at Graze and Restaurant Muramoto, thought The Old Fashioned was OK, and had a nice breakfast at Marigold

I almost wrote a disquisition on Stern v. Marshall, No. 10-179, a big-deal bankruptcy case that involved Anna Nicole Smith and the estate of her deceased husband, a partner of the Koch brothers’ father. Not being super-sharp on the issue, I thought instead that I’d write about the Highway Trust Fund. (You’ll be hearing about the issue over the next 30 days, for sure.) Or about the alleged, “it’s coming,” John Boehner suit against President Barack Obama.

I suspect you’ve figured this one out by now:  I was simply looking for anything, anything lighter and easier to get through than what the U.S. Supreme Court has visited on us in the last several days. Alas, I struggled. Then

Gluten-free. Gluten intolerant. Anti-gluten. Gluten-curious. Gluten intolerance is a sham.

Everywhere we turn, we hear about gluten. Celiac disease, or celiac sprue, may affect between 1 in 105 to 1 in 1750 Americans. That’s a big spread, and translates to between 180,000 and 3,000,000 people.

Celiac sprue is a recognized disease. Gluten intolerance, on the other hand, provokes debate. Here’s some information from the National Foundation for Celiac Awareness, and a piece in Forbes, written by Steven Ross Pomeroy and published on from May 15, 2014, titled Gluten Intolerance May Not Exist.

The spread of the gluten free movement does not surprise me. Food movements spread quickly. Remember fat-free? I’d like 20 cents now for every box of SnackWell’s