In 2021 I made a series of spot illustrations for The New Yorker about books and vegetables. Nothing ever happened to them. I don’t know why. Perhaps the people at The New Yorker don’t like their books with vegetables or they simply didn’t like my cooking. In any case these images ended up expiring in a digital vegetable drawer more somewhere in a fridge-shaped Manhattan skyscraper. This made me a bit sad. And because I don’t like to throw away food I simply decided to cook up a New Yorker without The New Yorker. Voila et bon ap!