tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-63412432011-04-21T14:07:17.817-07:00I Hate L.A.i'm just not very left coast.frantomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12312107200370042973noreply@blogger.comBlogger71100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6341243.post-1159396286690876212006-09-27T15:12:00.000-07:002006-11-19T08:41:32.283-08:00Salad DressingI didn't like salad when I was a kid. Salad at my house was iceberg lettuce, tomato, cucumber, white onion and carrots topped with something called "Creamy Cucumber" dressing. I knew other people in the south who preferred iceberg, cheese, egg, tomato, and from-the-box croutons with an orange goopy concoction called Thousand Island. I could never get into it. It wasn't until frantomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12312107200370042973noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6341243.post-1158617445655850812006-09-18T14:43:00.000-07:002006-09-18T16:50:28.560-07:00Red Curry Pumpkin SoupI made this last night for 10 with some leftovers. Here I've cut the recipe in three for a more manageable amout. I used small pumpkins that were $2 each at the Hollywood farmers' market, but I am not sure how much they weighed. They were a little smaller than a volleyball, I'd say.1 small pumpkin1 small head of garlic1 yellow onion, roughly choppeda thumb of fresh ginger, frantomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12312107200370042973noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6341243.post-1156531632131478822006-08-25T08:29:00.000-07:002006-08-25T11:47:12.203-07:00My fake lifeNext week Laura and I will move into a small, one bedroom apartment in Hollywood. Right now we are house sitting for an entertainment lawyer and a screen writer. Thier house is in Santa Monica Canyon and is far, far away from the smog, traffic, and hoards of Hollywood. The house is part of the old ranch of some 1950s movie star whose name I didn't recognize when the guys who live frantomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12312107200370042973noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6341243.post-1156110104649976222006-08-20T14:38:00.000-07:002006-08-20T14:41:44.660-07:00It is Sunday and so far, all I have done is take Max on a walk and wash a load of clothes. Laura wants something sweet so I think I'll try my first yogurt cake stateside.The Yogurt CakeI make this cake all the time in numerous variations. Below is my favorite one, great for breakfast or to take for a sack lunch dessert. This is my own recipe, a modified, Americanized version of a French classic.frantomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12312107200370042973noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6341243.post-1156052135296515552006-08-19T21:39:00.000-07:002006-08-19T22:50:50.910-07:00Fiore di ZucchiniLos Angeles is a land where restaurants often look like the food they serve (with the exception of the Thai hot dog place on Western), but I'm out to eat well while I am here. I thought I'd miss the food in Paris, but a couple of trips to farmers' markets and Trader Joe's have cured me of that. Laura and I have been here two weeks and we have only eaten out a handful of times--frantomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12312107200370042973noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6341243.post-1155944720492522532006-08-18T16:44:00.000-07:002006-08-18T16:47:03.730-07:0012,500 milesIn a bit of a departure for my tastes, I spent the better part of an hour yesterday reading about math in the New York Times. The article was about the Poincaré conjecture, a theory of how space works and what it means to be a sphere. Or something. I have to admit it was over my humanities-addled head. In short, I took away from the article a better understanding of why an apple frantomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12312107200370042973noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6341243.post-1074289609518277182004-01-16T13:45:00.000-08:002006-06-28T12:36:43.950-07:00frantomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12312107200370042973noreply@blogger.com