Weekender

Saturday evening I was handed a beautiful handmade soap and homemade truffles by my talented friend Paul. We ate in the low light of Alegria on Sunset, me the pollo asado in chipotle sauce, him the carnitas. Talk of food chemistry (the metaphors! I must revisit this!), culinary classes, homemade ice cream and high school shenanigans. After, the Casbah Cafe gave us glorious music to play Scrabble by, while I sipped rich black coffee and marveled at the bright green leaves floating in his mug of steamy water. The mint, he said, could be tasted after the fact, which made it sound pungent, strong.

Sunday morning brunch: lavender roses in full bloom, cornflower-blue hydrangeas on gray Formica. Stephen in the kitchen frying potatoes, serrano chiles, and onion, whisking eggs, heating corn tortillas on the gas stove, and mashing avocados for guacamole (purchases made that morning at the Hollywood Farmer's Market and La Blanquita). Me, dropping slivered almonds into a scone mix, grinding coffee beans, tasting from spoons and being the dj (Linda Ronstadt, Canciones de Mi Padre). Sarah, with her lovely bowls, one providing blood oranges and bananas cooked with honey, cinnamon, and almonds, the other containing a honeydew mix that tasted of lime and mint. The fan was running above our heads. If only every Sunday...

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[karrie]

You are making me hungry. Truffles? Blood oranges? Slivered almonds in scone mix? It's more than I can take ...