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All of Seattlest will be struggling to remember that Sunday is the day we turn our clocks back one hour. We hope you remember too.

Substitute restaurant reviewer Leslie Kelly has reached the end of her stint at the Post-Intelligencer and Managine Editor David McCumber (among many, many others) is breathing a huge sigh of relief. How'd this kid from Spokane end up in a big-city newsroom, anyway? Hsaio-Ching Chou, who signed off on the deal for Kelly to cover Rebeka Denn's "family leave," ain't around to answer, having gone off to PR-land. But Kelly's six-month tenure leaves a mound of unhappiness.

What fun! Another restaurant promotion! This one's called New Urban Eats, and it features 20 relatively new places offering three-course dinners for thirty bucks. Sunday through Thursday, throughout May except (wonder why?) Mother's Day...the one day nobody should eat out but everybody does.

and its offspring, Zephyr Grill in Kent. It's as high-spirited as the restaurant's kitschy décor and boffo plates, described last year as Seattle's best "comfort food" by AOL subscribers.

In the wild, salmon are carnivores; unlike, say, vegetarian cattle, they eat smaller fish on the road to our dinner plate. So here's the conundrum: should Seattlest buy a fish that's literally eating up the ocean's resources? What's the alternative? Farm-raised fish fed on an inexhaustible supply of soy pellets, a burger from a feedlot steer, an industrial chicken?

Amy DeZellar, Seattle resident, read and answered questions about her sex life last night at the University BookStore. Her book is one of the throng of blooks being released this year. DeZellar began chronicling her dates at Dating Amy in 2003 shortly after she moved to Seattle because she didn't have any girlfriends to bitch to. 50 bad dates later, the happy ending/book deal showed up.

We 'Merkins are a devout lot. We remember our nation's dead in May, venerate fireworks in July, celebrate the arrival of a boatload of Yerpeen settlers in November. What we don't honor, strangely, is the first demonstration of nature's annual generosity: the salmon run.

That disturbance in the water? It's Seattle's iconic wild salmon, swimming onto our plates just in time to rescue our souls from the long, dark winter.

Food Lust: a catchy name for a zesty cause: closer connections between farmers and chefs.

Tamara Murphy of Brasa is the most courageous chef in town. Like many restaurateurs, she wants to feel more connected to the sources of her raw materials. Like her Belltown colleague Chris Keff of Flying Fish, she's particularly impressed by the humane and sustainable practices at Whistling Train Farm, the family farm in Auburn that supplies the suckling pigs for Brasa's signature dish, roast pig with chorizo and clams.