Carbonara For A Cause
Support the undocumented immigrants who the federal government has fucked over.
TLDR: Your favorite delinquent newsletter and your favorite pasta chef, Hallie Meyer of “The Two Pot Method,” are teaming up to raise money for undocumented immigrants, who have received no support from the government since the start of this crisis. If you want to join our class—where Hallie will drop bomb recipes for Carbonara, Cacio e Pepe, and a cocktail—buy a ticket here. Every cent will go to 4-CT, an organization that has already put millions of dollars straight into the pockets of those who need it most.
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Hey everyone! It’s me. So sorry I haven’t written. You see, the the concept of this, “Cooking in Quarantine,” is antiquated, because we have a president who built a nationwide testing program; deployed the DPA to produce PPE; provided states with the resources they needed to track and trace cases; and responsibly worked with the FDA to produce a safe and effective vaccine.
Sorry.
That’s not true.
That’s what the next president will do.
For now, we’re stuck with a guy who, more than 153 days and 213,000 deaths after I sent out the first one of these newsletters, still doesn’t have a plan.
Which brings me to the reason I’m reaching out: For all 153 days of this crisis, undocumented immigrants have been hung out to dry. No $1200 check. No unemployment benefits. No support at all whatsoever from our federal government.
It’s a fucking disgrace.
But 4-CT, an organization that has raised more than $20 million since the start of this crisis, has been a lifeline for thousands of families.
They send out cards, with cash on them, to undocumented immigrants in Connecticut. And then, recipients can decide for themselves what to do with the cash, which means it ends up going to what they actually need, rather than just what donors think they need. (So far, top spends are food, bills, rent, and clothing.)
If you support 4-CT, you won’t only allow them to be there for thousands of families. You will be a part of a movement setting an example for the rest of the nation on why we need to be providing direct cash transfers to our undocumented neighbors during this time.
Look, I know you’re receiving a lot of emails these days. (Seriously, Mark Kelly, I love you, man, but you need to let me leave you on read every once in a while.) I’m sure many of you have emptied your pockets for causes you believe in already. And if you’re unemployed, and running out of savings—or if you’re just worried you will—reply to this email and I’ll find a way for you to be a part of this.
But if you do have money to spare, and you want to spend a night making pasta and hanging with Hallie and me, I hope you’ll sign up. She’s a remarkable chef. A wonderful person. And with cuffing season on the horizon, it can’t hurt to nail a few pasta dishes to keep the magical alive when you finally bring things indoors. (Or, if you’re married... well... I’ve heard worse ideas than spicing things up by infusing your olive oil with guanciale fat.)
Stay safe, everyone. I miss you all. And when this election is over, I’ll start writing to you again—though I hope we will have a president who really does make this newsletter obsolete.
With love,
SK