I moved to Los Angeles exactly four days after I graduated from college. The only reason I didn’t start my drive West the day after receiving my diplomas: graduation-party-drunken-barefoot-tennis-broken-foot happened. It was my left foot, and I drove an old-school stick shift Pathfinder at the time, like a good Southern gal. So, like any amazing mother would, mine flew to Dallas on a whim to drive my broken ass to L.A. Thank God, as that drive alone is brutal.
Here’s the deal…
I was spoiled rotten by a tremendous vacation to Greece this summer. It was truly life altering for many reasons. I was blessed enough to get a much needed escape. I thickened some very cherished friendships. I developed some sure-thing life-long new relationships. And, I fell in love with the Grecian way of life. It really is so transforming to get out of your constant.
One of something. One of anything. One of one thing!
Let’s keep it simple. That’s my motto. A one-pot meal always works. For everyONE.
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.
With one hand on the steering wheel and the other double-checking I packed enough snacks in Vesper’s Spiderman backpack, I finally reverse out of my Valley driveway, earlier than we are all ever usually awake.
What happened to my youth?
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!).
Nothing about this week’s ingredient has a thing to do with the current situation I put myself in. Except that cucumbers make me happy. On anything and with everything. After years of regretfully lacking appreciation for my time and my freedom, the previously mentioned job which took me away from those benefits, has unfortunately ended.