Sundays, when I'm not making sweet, sweet lovin' to SK donuts, I'll be at the Santa Monica farmer's market. It's so amazing. Everyone's munching on fruit samples, and corn on the cob doused in butter and spices, and plates of tamales or crepes, and carrying around bags of fresh, aromatic fruits. And there's the beat of the drum circle, and a guitar floating above it, and voices singing like fine-tuned instruments, weaving the melody together. Children, and couples and friends sitting on the grass, eating and laughing and chatting, like a community. My god there are communities here in LA.
Gondola (formerly known as Angela) came to visit for the weekend. Friday night we went to Real Food Daily, the best nachos ever (it's all about the jalapeno cashew cheese, it sounds weird, i know, but you can't beat it). Then passed out in a food coma.
Saturday, we hiked in Malibu and took in the green and the air and lizards. I feel like I could be anywhere in the world there. And like to pretend I am. Learned something new. It's hard to tell the head from the arse on a lizard without a tail. Thought I might share that with you.
Then we made dinner. A strange, random assortment of food, but such is the Gond's taste. A cheese plate, oh relish the Stilton and fig jam spread forever, and baguette. Then green curry--also fantastic, coconut creamy with a little heat and lots of veggies and tofu. And the carmelized pineapple dessert over vanilla gelato (which never happened, we were too stuffed so I'm going to have to make that tonight). And then the next day, the farmer's market. Which I LOVED, if that wasn't already obvious.
Oh boy, I'm such a foodie. This blog is turning into a food blog. Hey, not that that's a bad thing. Not at all. I just keep making myself hungry...There are some SK donuts left. Hmmm.
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