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    Letters to the editor

    Globe Magazine readers respond to stories about food trucks, Facebook shenanigans, and recipes.

    Kickass Cupcakes.
    Kickass Cupcakes.


    Your compilation of various food truck emporiums (“Everything Guide to Boston’s Food Trucks,” April 7) provides a list detailing cuisine, what to get, and more. But the list ignores people with disabilities, members of our population who will have great difficulty getting the service they deserve and have a right to expect. A food truck prevents a person in a wheelchair from having eye contact with the business operator. It inhibits the transfer of cash or credit card use. It eliminates the ability of people with limited vision from reading the menu high on a vehicle. The list goes on. These food trucks are not in compliance with the Americans With Disabilities Act to serve the public on the streets.

    Kenneth Bonacci / Salem


    Maybe the writer to Miss Conduct (April 7) who complained about a friend’s snarky replies to her posts is one of those people who post every stupid thing about their lives. How great their kids are, how popular they are, how “in” they are with any current trend. These types are numerous and silly. The snarky poster is the one who may need to do the “unfriending.”


    Ann Reynolds / Belmont


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    I’ll bet I’m not the only frustrated reader who, in order to take recipes from the April 7 issue, had to cut and copy and tape things together. There were recipes on more than one page, recipes printed on the back of other recipes, so cutting out one destroys the other, etc. It seems obvious to me that anyone editing an article full of recipes would attempt to make it possible to cut them out. I never write letters to editors , but this was truly an annoying experience. Oh — the recipes sound delicious, and the photography is wonderful! Thanks for that, anyway.

    Dianne Mahany / Sudbury


    I should have written sooner, but I made Adam Ried’s strata recipe from December for a big crowd, and it was a huge success. An easy brunch recipe is not so easy to find. I can’t wait to try the suggestions in “Simply Spring” (April 7).

    Marjorie Saunders / Cambridge



    The Amadon family farm down the road has been cutting hay for well over 50 years. The baler has a cam-operated arm that compresses the cut hay into bales with a rhythmic chunk-a-chunk sound. It automatically binds up the bales in twine and pushes them out onto a “pitching arm.” The tractor driver hits a switch that pitches the new bale up and into a wagon with a loud, syncopated ker-chunk. It is quite mesmerizing to watch and hear.

    James Reid / West Townsend

    The hamburger machine in Newmarket Square punched out patties to a thumping blues beat, allowing the crew working around it to make up lyrics. A bunch of people commuted from Burlington, so there were a number of songs devoted to them. “I’m gonna leave Burlington, baby / cause there’s nothin’ left to do / I’m gonna leave Burlington, cause there’s nothin’ left to do / you can come with me honey / It’ll just be me and you.” After a few hundred pounds of ground beef, I’d introduce the crew. “On the Vee Mag machine, from Quincy via the Red Line  . . .  Chuckie Smith, everybody!  And from Somerville on the chipper is Mean Mike. Over to my right, on the stew beef machine from East Boston is Dexter, or four eyes  . . .  and I’m the Spaceman, from parts unknown.” We called ourselves “The Redcoats,” and that’s one of the ways we survived the day.

    Ben Klemer / Wenham

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