You can’t get more organic than vegetables grown in a place where it’s simply too expensive to invest in herbicides and pesticides. This flat box was on the ground when I got home after English club today, a delivery from mom’s vegetable supplier for 8 years, Boungou.
I am the kind of person who is exactingly discriminating with food because I happen to know how to cook. I’m not uppity about it (I have my favorite fast food dishes) but I like my food, to quote the inimitable Eddie Izzard, like I like my men: straightforward, generous and surprising. Poisson salé is… Continue reading poisson salé
You know your friend is cool when in the middle of eating a buttery syrupy pancake they stop, look at you and say “Look, Africa!” Frankly, I may not have noticed. The fluffy continent might have ended up in my mouth before my brain recognized its contours. We were having breakfast at Fox’s, Altadena’s family… Continue reading Africa pancake
I love living in Los Angeles. I also hate living in Los Angeles. But I have an innate ability to see magical things in people and places because, frankly, I’m willing to take that risk. I’ve maintained, miraculously, a childlike excitement about the world around me. Through disappointments, illnesses, losing jobs, being broke, having to… Continue reading Steamed fish
I was driving home from Koreatown on the 110 Northbound today, after a fantastic lunch with my sweet and badass, next-big-thing-in-rock friend Luis today when my car was rear-ended by a bus. Yup, a big, blue, LAX Flyaway bus no less. The driver didn’t even notice he rear-ended me, and took the 6th street exit.… Continue reading hit by bus
This is a new category: simply eye candy. One photo post. Once in a while, I’ll just post a nice photo, just for the heck of it. I took this one at Intelligentsia, a really nice coffee shop at the Sunset Junctions, where I went with A and D. A good time (and good coffee)… Continue reading Eye candy: Intelligentsia cafe
So today, breaking all the rules of my health-related diet (no wheat, no red meat and no cheese) Nic and I went on an adventure to 25 degrees, deemed best burger bar in LA by some food critic in an airplane magazine I picked up on my way to the US last month. It’s named… Continue reading 25 degrees