Less on purpose

Formula 1 might be the most advanced sport on the planet. Thousands of data points shared every second, across every car and every team. And yet a single software setting, written for rain, stopped cars on the formation lap and delayed the start by an hour and a half....

Who decides what’s scraps

We are remarkably quick to decide what has no value. The heel of the loaf. The cheese rind. The bruised pear. They go in the bin before a second thought. We do the same with people. In 2015, while Milan hosted a world’s fair about feeding the planet, chef...

The myth of everyday

We admire the athlete on the podium. We rarely see the naps. Behind every peak performance sits a calendar most of us would call lazy. Easy days. Deload weeks. An off-season. The best coaches plan the rest first, because that’s where adaptation happens. Muscle...

We walk past gold

We are terrible appraisers of our own kitchens. Massimo Bottura grew up fighting his brothers for yesterday’s bread, soaked in warm milk with a splash of coffee. Years later, at Osteria Francescana, he rebuilt that bowl as a dessert. It tasted better than the...

Chasing the next song

A handwritten note. That’s how it started. Fifty years ago this week, a 14-year-old drummer named Larry Mullen Jr. pinned “Drummer Seeks Musicians To Form Band” to a noticeboard at Mount Temple in Dublin. Four teenagers turned up in his kitchen. Bono...