are gonna’ come back to you one by one
This is one of those nights that makes me feel so alive. Joyful. Content. Each cell in my body vibrating with a wild love of the air and ideas and this city. Of unruly tangled messes of plants, riotous shocks of color and hidden neighborhood rollercoasters like swimming holes in cement. I am crazy for waxed paper. Mad for the aroma of baking chocolate mingled with cardamom and nag champa. A sidewalk rose inhaled, bitten, purloined. A perfect cup of tea. A gaze, a leap, a cartwheel, a childhood shriek. I delight in the throwing of caution to the wind. And in sweet, spacious stillness. In hills, steep and long. The climbing and cresting of them. And in their descent. In sweeping vistas, the lights of a city, a street wide and theatrically lit; castles everywhere and not a soul in sight. I inhale this night. I snuggle into its thirsty skin. I listen with intent. I come and
I go.
I cook a-lot these days. In fact, with a few notable exceptions (I did indulge in Real Food Daily thrice and Juliano’s Raw once during a recent 5 day visit to LA) I’m far happier with the food I prepare than much of what’s on offer elsewhere.
I keep my ingredients pretty straightforward: whole grains, [...]
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