For the chicken, I use thighs — and on weeknights they’re skinless and boneless — dressed in the sauce and either quickly sautéed, broiled or grilled until crisp at the edges and soft within, which happens a little more quickly than you’d think. Serve over rice, drizzled with more of the sauce, with a load of chopped scallions and a drift of sesame seeds. Miso-glazed eggplant would be nice on the side.

Alternatively — you like recipes, like to follow them tight — I’ve got three ideas for your dinner this evening. Does a cherry tomato and white bean salad appeal? No? How about ramen carbonara? It is very hard to imagine anyone but that little kid who eats only Cheerios not thrilling to these spicy noodles with crisp tofu and spinach.

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Now, please read Ginia Bellafante on “Dean & DeLuca, Barneys and the Fate of Bohemian Consumerism,” in The Times. Dean & DeLuca was a couple of blocks from my first newspaper, the late weekly NYPress, and if you went there a half-hour before closing they’d sell you fruit at half price and sometimes cheese or fish, and with a baguette and a bottle of wine you could make dinner at home that left you feeling as if you might be someone sophisticated and possibly in the art world, as if SoHo was a kind of Paris. I miss those dinners.