Fresh leafy lettuce. Red wine vinegar. Good olive oil. These are a few of my favorite things.
Ah, Southern Cali. We might not have the turning of the leaves or a first frost, but I swear, we do have Fall. The seasonal shift is ever so slight, but it is there. We get it right at the end of September.
I have a standing date with Evan Kleiman on Saturday mornings at 11am. I imagine, so do most of you? For the hour that Good Food on KCRW airs, I’m completely in my comfort zone. Farmer’s market profiles, recipes, food historians, the weekly anticipated Jonathan Gold review, I’m always enthralled.
The maternal family pilgrimage…A trip we’ve talked about, and planned, and cancelled, and planned, and finally, made happen.
Two years ago, my grandmother passed away at the age of 100. Two months ago, we scattered her ashes in New Mexico.
Lately, even breathing has been hard work and uncomfortable. The slightest movement adds to the sticky stress of the heat. I’m a native Angeleno, and yet, I still complain (and act surprised and overwhelmed) by the inevitable summer heat that strikes us every single year without fail. And, on top of being one of the weather whiners, I’m a hypocrite. I beg for all of the booty that the sun gods provide us, and then I carp about the seasonal circumstances that help to create the harvest.
There are many things that I’m proud of in my life, but one of the greatest is my immense group of very close friends. For ages, we have been celebrating the 4th of July at the Farrar’s in Malibu. The “grown-up Farrar’s” (Sam’s parents), that is. We’ve gone from being debaucherous 20 year olds to the grown-ups themselves. The house has been host to many great parties and monumental moments over the years for all of us. Granted, the parties do look different now. There are bouncy houses and juice boxes replacing the glory days of our 20’s. But, one thing has maintained over time, all of the faces are the same. The unwieldy strength of “the bros” is a true force with which to be reckoned. You Can’t Stop Us remains our battle cry (thank you Uniform Circa!).