When I first moved to L.A. from San Francisco, I used to sneer at the locals who winced at driving in the rain. What a bunch of wimps, I thought. Now, I totally get it. During our major downpour, a friend who lives across town invited me to dinner, and I decided to stay cozy at home, instead. After more than a decade of living with barely any rain, I’ve lost my skill (and wardrobe) to maneuver in it. It’s humbling when your judgements come back to bite you.
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The luxurious thing about Thanksgiving dinner is all those carbs crammed together on the same plate. Stuffing, sweet potatoes, mashed potatoes doused in gravy. And the multiple desserts. At our table there was pumpkin pie, pecan pie, berry pie, apple crisp and my contribution of chocolate crinkle cookies. I love that the holiday season brings every cooks’ A game. As has been the tradition for the last several years, I’ll be hosting the Christmas meal. I’m thinking of mixing it up, and making Indian food. Any tried and true recipes greatly appreciated.
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