I spent last weekend in Southern California, which left me asking many questions, namely: Why don’t I live there? And how might I live there? And am I too old to wear a trucker hat? And how is one supposed to be productive, with distractions at every turn? Surfing at sunrise? Crossfit at noon? Poached egg–and-avocado-toast brunch somewhere in between? I returned home thinking about which memorable dish from the trip I might try to recreate first: Baja fish tacos? Toast with cucumbers, labneh, and za’atar? Mint mojito iced coffee?
Published at Fri, 11 Aug 2017 14:54:43 +0000