So, after a nice breakfast at Lemon Moon - oatmeal with strawberries, kiwis and bananas – I went to see a psychic about my rash . She said a rash like mine is an expression of repressed self-loathing. She advised me to meditate on why I might be hating myself. So, I took a long walk on the beach and, lo and behold, I hit upon a big chunk of repressed self-loathing. I will spare you the details, but suffice to say, it was painful to recognize it. My friend, who recommended the psychic,...
0 commentsI love vegetables, but I love them platonically. While burgers, for example, I love romantically -- I go after burgers like William Hurt smashing through the window in Body Heat to get to Kathleen Turner. Veggies are a more mature love, I need to commit to spending quality time with them.
That's why it's such a rush to find Awash, a total dive Ethiopian restaurant just west of the main drag of Little Ethiopia. My friend, Amirah, who I think is part Ethiopian (her step-mom is full Ethiop...
If I've learned anything over the past few months, as I've been focused on eating more vegetables, it's this: one of the keys to eating vegetables -- and to having the will to eat them consistently -- is being able to make them taste really good. Now yes, some vegetables, sometimes, are so good, so in season, so perfect, that you can eat them as is. But let’s be real, it's usually something else that makes the vegetable really excellent, be it some good olive oil and salt, some butter, ...
M Café has just opened in Culver City and I’ve eaten 7 of my last 12 meals there. Why? Lots of reasons, many of which I'll be blogging about soon enough, but mainly it’s because of that frickin' kale with peanut sauce. That dish was the inspiration for the name of this entire blog. It’s kale sauteed in a rich, somewhat spicy peanut sauce, a bit thick, a bit Thai-like. The combination of kale and sauce is bizarrely -- and unexpectedly-- perfect. The Hollywood M Caf&ea...
Peter's not going to be happy about my Michael Pollan "conversion". He's going to see it as a threat to HIM. He’s in L.A., a regular on a TV show, but he still “lives” in New York, with his wife and child. When he’s in town, he and I eat A LOT of meals together. At this moment, he is sitting at a table at Peet’s Coffee, waiting for me to come out of the restroom. Here I come. I can't help the big grin on my face as I sit down. Peter: What? Me:...
OK, genius question, overheard in the workplace today: “Which would it be healthier for me to eat right now, a banana or a Luna Bar?” Lengthy discussion ensues, with the following issues addressed: how much sugar in each, how much fiber in each, how much protein in each, how many calories in each. Etc. Having recently read Michael Pollan’s new book, I weigh in with total conviction, “There’s no contest! One is FOOD, the other is NOT FOOD.” I reprint her...
