Serene Thai Massage

I haven’t had a massage in years, literally.  In fact I have only had a professional massage once and it was around Christmas 2004.  Clearly I am not a spa expert and do not have a lot of personal experience to compare my review of Saturday night’s massage to.  I decided since it has been nearly half of a decade I was WAY over due for a massage.  With Will out of town on a job and my hopes of getting out of LA for my 3 day holiday weekend not working out, I thought this would be a perfect time to treat myself.  I knew I wanted something inexpensive; I did not need the full spa experience.  Something minimal and affordable would do.

I did a search on Yelp; after only reading reviews for about 15 minutes I settled on Serene Thai Massage.  Located at 3959 Wilshire, just west of the Wiltern @ Western in a strip mall that also features an El Pollo Loco, pool hall, adult movie store and dry cleaner, I knew the ambiance would not be that of a Beverly Hills or Malibu or Santa Monica spa.  But no worries, I was just in it for the massage.  At 3:30pm I was able to make an appointment for 6:30pm.  Great! I was a little worried they would be all booked up , even though the yelp reviews said it is easy to get in.  I got there a few minutes early to find the area just beyond the waiting area filled with massuses giving $20 foot massages.  The customers in the dimly lit, 5-chair area seemed to be relaxed and enjoying the services.  The foot massage also includes scalp, hands, face, etc. while your feet soak.  A few minutes went by and someone came up to greet me.  She asked if I was the 6:30pm apppointment, then went on to ask if it was okay if I started at 7pm instead.  Normally something like this would really put me out.  Don’t make an appointment if you cannot keep it!  For whatever reason I was okay with the 30 minute delay and was able to go out and find a CitiBank ATM instead of using one in the strip mall – Serene Thai Massage is a CASH ONLY business.  FYI, if you ever go, there is an ATM in the donut shop on the first floor of the mall and a CitiBank ATM in a 7/11 on the same block of Wilshire.

At 7pm I am asked to leave my shoes at a bench at the front and given sandals, then led back to my room and told to change.  Boxer shorts, a short silk robe, and a top that fastens around the chest and hangs down over ones upper half sort of like an apron would around the waist were left on the table for me.  At my other massage I just went topless, was able to lay down on the table without exposing myself, and was covered up with a towel when laying on  my back.  I know some people prefer to be completely in the nude, though I prefer to at least have panties on.  Not sure what the policy is at this place, or if they would be okay with a customer being in the buff, but this set up was fine with me.  The room was small, but really does that even matter?  Stereotypical Asian inspired piano music was playing softly.  There were no doors on the rooms, just a curtain so I was able to hear people walk by, talking, the microwave beeping and a variety of other sounds including the base line from the fusion bar and grill on the other side of the wall.  This was probably the biggest downer for me, but hey you get what you pay for and I was only paying $40 for a 60 minute full body massage in a strip mall in K-town.

Overall the massage was pretty good.  She asked soft, medium or hard and I went with medium because I did not want to be in pain.  The massage was from head to toes and just about everything in between.  Compared to my other massage this one involved more bending and stretching of the legs.  Some twisty, pretzel like moves that sort of surprised me like pressing my heels into my butt and really stretching my quads, but I enjoyed it because I could use more stretching.    Throughout many of these stretches and moves I found myself wondering how they adjust the massage for people who they size up as not in as good of shape.  There were things that were pushing me pretty good in terms of stretching and I am relatively young and in decent shape.  I just thinking, if this were my mom she would hate it.

Some of the upper back stuff hurt; she was rubbing really fast and hard on my neck/shoulders/blades etc. where I have some knots.  I sort of wanted to ask her to tone it down and not rub so fast for that part, but I am timid and she is the professional.  I really like having my upper back rubbed and like a small amout of pain with it, but this was a bit much for me at times.  I also would have liked more time spent on my back, but that is just a personal preference.  Others might be just fine with the upper to lower body time ratio.  Some of the leg portion was tickly, but that isn’t saying much because all it takes is looking at the back of my knees the wrong way to make me squirm.  The massuse was also up on the table a lot of the time using her body weight, knees, feet, elbows to dig into me, which was great.  The flow of the whole thing was pretty impressive.  On thing just led right into the next from toes to scalp, from laying on my front to back to sitting up at the end.  They used warm, moist towels to wipe you down so you don’t have to put your clothes back on covered in massage oil.  There are no showers available to customers from what I could tell.  After this experience, I think I might make massages a more regular thing from now on.  I don’t spend a lot of money on things like new fancy phones or frequent updates to my wardrobe so I think I can afford to splurge on something like this a few times a year.

If you want an inexpensive, good quality massage, even on a whim, I would try this place out.  You could probably just walk in and be seen within the half hour or so.  I am sure there are dozens of other places like this all across the city and would love to hear some recommendations.  Anyone else got a great, cheap massage parlor I should try out?

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Restaurant Review: Won Kok

Friday night we walked down to Chinatown for dinner before going to see “Where the Wild Things Are.”  We had no particular place in mind and figured we would just check out some menus and pick once we were there.  Just a block or so away from our apartment we ran into neighbors, Nancy and Dan, who were out for a walk.  So we stopped to chat and asked if they had any recommendations.  Nancy said Won Kok was a great, cheap dive, so we took her advice.  She kept giggling every time she said the name.

Located on Alpine just one block east of Broadway, Won Kok is a decent size, cheap Chinese restaurant that was busy with all stripes of people – some cops on a dinner break, an olders Indian couple, a Latino family, etc.  As to be expected at any dive restaurant the decor was basically nonexistant and the service was bare bones, but acceptable.  In addition to the table menu they have a small bakery counter with pastries, including a winter melon one that I am very intrigued by and want to sample while they are still in season.  Of course the red bean and sesame looked great too.

We were pretty uninventive in our selections – egg rolls, orange chicken for Will, and sweet and sour pork for me.  The egg roll order was HUGE.  2 egg rolls that were each about the size of a brat on a bun.  The batter was thicker and a little more like something deep fried at the county fair, than the typical thin, crisp wrapper-like outside of most egg rolls.  The inside was veggie and meat goodness.   Despite it being huge and heavy and greasey we of course did not complain and cleaned the plate.

Our entrees were pretty standard and we cleaned about 85% of both plates.  Onions and pineapple came with my pork – two of my favorite add ons!  It was of course too much food and once a bowl of steamed rice was added in (for the low, low cost of 60 cents by the way) we left with bellies bulging.  Its a good thing we walked there and were able to walk off a little bit of the meal after dinner. 

I saw a few tables with the same noodle dish with shrimp, pork and bok choy.  It looked amazing.  I should have asked what it was because that is definitely what I want next time, and there will be a next time.  Won Kok was cheap, easy and just fine for dive Chinese food.  Add in the fact that I can walk there and you have yourself a winner.  I am sure there are other equally good and cheap places in Chinatown for me to try and I am sure I will get to them eventually, but for now Won Kok is my go to place for quick, cheap, greasey Chinese.

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Required composting

San Francisco recently passed a law requiring food waste be put into a separate collection bin for pick up.  Orange and banana peels, apple cores, stale bread, tea bags and coffee grounds now are placed in a special container to be hauled off to a separate-from-the-garbage facility then to a composting site.  The resulting compost is then sold to nearby farms and vineyards to be used as a natural fertilizer.  While uber progressive SF has embraced the new mandate and on the outside its merits are quite nobel, there are of course critics and nay sayers, but with any new initiative there is of course a learning curve and I am confident the program will improve and evolve over time.

When I read about the program in this article on NPR I was initially thrilled to hear about it.  As someone who gardens and is about to start her own compost bin at home, I love hearing about larger efforts to reduce waste and to grow and farm in a more organic fashion.  Unlike listening to the story on the radio, reading it online gives me the pleasure of reading the comments that pour in and gives some different perspectives on the topic.  There are questions about how far the waste is hauled to the composite site – is it further away than the regular landfill?  If so, then the program is increasing air pollution by traveling a longer distance.  Has a scientific determination been made that the new source of compost outweighs the increased fuel emissions?  Some cry out that they don’t want the government to be a “nanny state” telling them how to live every aspect of their lives and then fining them if they don’t follow the law.  To these people I say stop being so selfish and please employ a big picture perspective.  Its not all about you and your desire to just be against the things that are required of you.  Some things are mandatory because they are thought they will increase the greater good for everyone.  SF authorities and administrators already said the fines are not going to be strict and they are not looking to crack down on every house in the city.  They are just hopefully people will have the motivation to comply on their own. 

There are other concerns about what actually goes into the bins.  Most who compost know that meat, dairy and things cooked in oil or butter are common not put into the compost bin.  These food waste materials are usually what causes the stench in the garbage and can attract rats and other varmints. 

SF is not the first place to institute such a program.  Seattle started a similar effort in April.   A major difference is SF’s neighbors to the north do not require apartment buildings, businesses or restaurants to participate.  I have to take issue with this exemption.  Of all the place to get a waiver, restaurants blow me away.  I have worked in several dining establishments and have seen the massive amounts of food waste they produce.  What is the reasoning behind this?  I am sure Seattle has a reason, I just cannot come up with what it might be.  I do however, at least sort of understand the apartment building exemption from an enforcement POV.  It would be difficult to determine who the culprit was if the waste was not put in the proper bin and result in a fine for the owner.  I think this would be discouraging, especially if the owner of the building passed the fines off in increased fees to tenants.  Either way both cities are leading the way and hopefully my city and others will follow (a trial program was launched within the last year in a few neighborhoods in LA, but I haven’t heard anything on it lately).  I think there is a need for a general overhaul in how we think about waste and consumption.  Programs like the ones in SF and Seattle get that ball rolling and can pave the way and provide guidance  for other places.

Of course the program is not going to be perfect, of course getting 100% compliance will be difficult, even in the most forward thinking places.  However, I think overall it is a step in the right direction and other urban areas should be following SF’s foot steps.  I think it is great to shed some light on this topic and at least educate people and give them options.  On that note, I am going to a gardening workshop all day on Saturday at FarmLab near downtown and hope to gain more knowledge on composting and start my bin in the coming weeks.  I will report back here on how the process is going once I get it up and running.  Hopefully, I can show that it is simple and can be done from home, even in the middle of a vast city sprawl like Los Angeles.

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Parallel Parking

Dear Angelinos who do not know how to park - specifically the man on Tremont St. in Pasadena this morning,

If you think that 12 inches is not enough room to get your parallel parked car out of its spot then perhaps you should reconsider where you park your car.  As someone who has only had parallel street parking available to me at my apartment since moving here almost 3 years ago, and as a person who refuses to pay for valet or self park if I can find a free spot on a side street a few blocks away I am well aware of the space required to get in and out of a parallel spot.  If you, angry man on the street who I parked behind, had not been getting out of your car at the same time as me  to tell me to move my car then what would you have done?  Would you have just sat in your car and waited for me or the person in front of you to leave?  Doubtful. 

Call me crazy (many already do) but this does not seem like an unreasonably close parking job to me.

Call me crazy (many already do) but this does not seem like an unreasonably close parking job to me.

Might I add that the nearly 4 feet of space between you and car in front of you should leave you with more than enough room to get out without even having to back up and pull forward a few times.  You should be able to pull that off in one fell swoop.  As you pointed out, the person in front of you might not be there when you get back and someone else might be parked even closer to you.  Well tough shit.  What am I supposed to do about it?  I too might be gone when you return to your car and the next person to pull in behind you might be even closer than me.  Then what?  I suspect you will just have to take a few extra moments to remove your car from its spot before going on your way.  Big deal. 

Seriously big green SUV?  You think you don't have enough room to get out of the spot.  Get a fucking clue please.

Seriously big green SUV? You think you don't have enough room to get out of the spot. Get a fucking clue please.

Also, if you are so concerned about a big truck pulling in and leaving you with less room then perhaps you should take a look in the mirror because your oversized SUV is part of the problem.  If you had a smaller car you, and everyone else would have  more room to park, get in and out of spots, open doors, etc.  My guess is that your Sport Utility Vechicle does not help utilize any sporting activities; hell it probably doesn’t even have 4 wheel drive.  So why do you even drive the huge gas guzzler?  The only thing it really accomplishes is taking up more room.

I hate the owner of this green SUV.  I hate all the room he is taking up.  I hate his incompetency.  I hate that this is how some stranger started my day.

I hate the owner of this green SUV. I hate all the room he is taking up. I hate his incompetency. I hate that this is how some stranger started my day.

I don’t know why it surprises me that someone actually stood on the sidewalk to watch me park behind them.  Seriously?  You clearly have too much time on your hands.  But I guess crazier things have happen to me  in the wacked out city.  And just so you know, the only reason I backed up my car a few inches to give your fat ass and your fat assed car more room is just because I was exhausted and did not feel like arguing, which is rare for me.  If I hadn’t slipped that I was late for work and revealed that this was my office you were going into I would have been much more likely to tell you to go fuck yourself, but I did not want it to get back to the bosses at work. 

In case I have not made my point clear, if you cannot handle getting out of a tight spot then don’t parallel park in the first place and/or consider driving a more compact car that is easier to manuvere.  In a city where the streets are always crowded, parking is hard to come by and many of us just come to expect bumper dings, please just get a grip.  All of this comes with the territory of living in the city.  If you want wide open spaces and empty parking lots then you came to the wrong place.  Please don’t be ugly to me and start my day the wrong way.  Please learn how to drive and park. 

Thank you,

Kelli

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Restaurant Review: BLD

Will and I decided we were past due for a good old fashioned date night, and with dineLA’s restaurant week in full swing we thought it would be a great excuse to enjoy a great meal cooked by someone else, and possibly try a new restaurant.  We spent time reviewing the 250 or so restaurants on the list and ending up settling on BLD, which have been to before, but  almost 2 years ago.  After I made reservations on Wednesday, that evening Will looks at the list again and decides that while it’s in the next price bracket, Madeline’s in Pasadena, would be a better choice.  I cancel the first res. and make the second. 

Thursday evening we get ready, dressing a little fancier than what is necessary, but that is okay because it is our date, not anyone elses.  As we were waiting to be seated I hear the hostess tell another employee to not use the menus with the duck on it.  I get suspicious.  Is the duck no longer available?  I will wait until we are seated to find out.  Sure enough the menu presented to us is quite different from the one on the dineLA website.  No duck, and a lamb chop instead of rack of lamb.  In place of the duck there was a NY strip steak.  WTF?  Steak?  Who cares about steak when there were promises of duck?  Who creates a special menu for a special week long event, posts it on the internet and then does not actually offer those things?  One of the main reasons we switched from BLD to Madeline’s was because of the duck and lamb.  We quickly decide that if we are shelling out $100+ for a nice dinner date meal we should be totally satisfied and not just settle.  We look for our waiter, we look for the hostess, neither are to be found so we just bail.  Rude?  Perhaps.  Will was more than prepared to explain why we decided to leave, but we did not feel like standing around and waiting.  It was already quarter after 8 and we were hungry! 

We dashed to the other side of down, back to our old hood and BLD.  By 9pm we were seated and reviewing the menu.  Since it was a small prix fixe that was posted online we already knew what we were after.  Will started with cauliflower apple soup and I with prosciutto wrapped figs stuffed with bleu cheese.  The soup was good, but sort of just, well, soup.  It did not come with bread or any other carb which was a wee bit disappointing for me the queen of carbohydrates.  The figs were divine.  How could 3 of my favorite foods all put together into one dish not be?!  Lucky for Will the cheese inside was minimal; he is not too fond of bleu.  The prosciutto was more generous than I had anticipated.  I expected it to be a thin little slice, but the figs were complete covered with the meat.  Drizzled in oil and garnished with micro greens, it was a great way to start the meal.  If only all of my meals began with such bliss!  After finishing our first course it dawned on us for the first time that we should have just order two plates of the figs, but we like to try to always get something different so we can share and try more things.  Oh well, we will survive. 

Course two was a pork chop with braised cabbage and celery root gratin for Will.  The pork was moist and had a simple, yet enjoyable flavor, and cabbage made a great accompaniment.  I usually think of celery as a sort of bland food (maybe because I dip it in peanut butter?), but the gratin packed a lot of flavor.  I had trout with horseradish creme sauce accompanied by potato leek puree and wild mushrooms.  The mushrooms were probably my favorite part.  I did love the puree a lot too, but it was not quite as exciting as the mushrooms, which is saying a lot coming from me because I live for starch.  The fish was quite good – not too fishy – and the creme went nicely with it.  Though the fish eye creeped me out a little and I covered it up so I would not have to see it. 

Couples on either side of us were eating much of the same from the special menu.  I like to check out what others are eating while I dine.  I am sure some people don’t like my glances at them, but really I just want to see the food.  Will was a little displeased that a girl sitting at the next table ordered the same dish as him and her portions of both pork and gratin were substantially larger.  While it was in no way a big deal, it is never good to feel slighted, especially when paying a decent amount of money for a meal.  The butternut squash-apple lasagna seemed to be very popular with the other patrons, and while it looked and sounded yummy I usually do not order pasta because I feel it is something I can do at home.

Finally came dessert.  Since there were only two choices it seemed obvious we would get one of both.  I of course picked the chocolate crepe with coffee ice cream and dried cherries.  Will requested the carmel apple bread pudding with cinnamon ice cream.  The waiter informed us they had just run out and Will asked if he could have something off the regular desert menu since we did not want two of the same thing.  The waiter had to check with his manager (which seems silly to me, I don’t know how you could say no to a simple and reasonable request like this) and brought over the regular menu.  We decided to go for the apple tarte tatin with black walnut ice cream, but in the time it took for the waiter to return to take Will’s order the bread pudding magicaly reappeared.  My crepe was so much chocolatey goodness and I always love coffee ice cream.  The dried cherries were a great addition, though I naturally wanted more than the 4 or 5 sprinkled on top.  The bread pudding was good, but not great.  We ate it, we enjoyed it, we would not write home about it. 

In addition to the special menu we opted in to the suggested wines pairings for each dish.  It was $18 per person to have 3 glasses of wine specially chosen for the menu.  Sure we probably did not need to spend that money, but 6 glasses of wine for $36 dollars was a steal.  I might have been able to get the cheapest bottle on the menu for less than that, but then we would have had to settle on something that did not necessarily go well with the variety of dishes we selected.  It was a good deal and really made the meal more special.

I am so glad we decided to bolt from the first restaurant.  Our meal was really great and we had a wonderful time eating it.

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Around the garden

The garden has been a little on the back burner for me lately.  With the move we aren’t as close by; with the days getting shorter I cannot get as much done when I go after work; add on all of the extra stuff we have had going on lately and I am left missing Wattles. 

Fortunately, Will has picked up the slack and kept the plot going.  He cleared out the green beans, tomatoes, and cucumbers.  We still have some peppers growing so they will remain awhile longer.  We ripped out one wall that still had the busted rotting wood left by the previous occupant and installed a new plank to hold in the dirt and mark our border.  We will need to do this one more time along the edge where the peppers are once they are done producing.  Then our entire plot should be complete in terms of walls, boundaries, etc.  Will also removed some ugly, rusted, cage looking wire along the north side that was being used to let cucumbers and other climbing plants grow on, and replaced it with our bamboo trellises.  It is a much nicer look for sure. 

Last week we turned the soil over the course of a few days to get out any remaining roots from the tomatoes, pull up weeds, and prep the soil for planting our fall/winter crops.  Along the way we killed roughly 2 dozen grubs.  This is a task I hate doing.  For some reason it makes me squeamish and I try to hand off the little, fat white blobs to Will, but he no longer accepts them and has forced me to grow up a little and kill them myself.  I just hate the squishing noise often made when trying to burst them open with the edge of my shovel.  I can feel the tension of their skin trying to fight the pressure being applied by my garden tool, and release when their insides goo out.  Is this getting too graphic?  I think articulating it is helping me get over not wanting to do it.  I don’t know why it bothers me so much.  I kill other bugs all the time with no problem.

Anyway the plot is in prime condition to take on the new plants.  It looks pretty bare now, but soon enough it will be green and thriving again.  Now the only signs of life aside from the dwindling peppers are two Thai basil plants situated in opposite corners.  The bees love this plant and having bees in the plot is always welcome.  We have Brussel sprouts, celery, and 2 varieties each of broccoli and cauliflower in seedling pots in the green house.  REd onions are in a planter at home; once they sprout and grow a little we will transplant them.  4 or so heads of garlic were broken up and are soaking in a bowl of water on the kitchen counter.  Once they sprout we will plant those as well.  The plan with the garlic is to plant all the way around the outside of the 15′ x 15′ plot.  Will is hoping this helps keep pests at bay.  We will see if his idea works.  Even if it doesn’t we will have lots and lots of garlic to show for it.  We planted dragon carrots and chioggia beets over the weekend, along with  amarillo carrots and Parisian carrots on Monday.  The rain on Tuesday and Wednesday has made me a little nervous regarding Monday’s planting.  Hopefully it was not too much water and the seeds stayed put.  There is a possibility that they might have gotten washed away.  Little finger carrots, parsnips, rutabagas and golden beets still need to be planted.  Perhaps radishes too?  A neighbor at the garden gave us several little beet seedlings she had thinned out from her plot.  I am not sure if they will take, but hopefully they survive.  I am so looking forward to the fall/winter crops.  At least in my mind they will require less maintenance than the summer ones.  With the weather being cooler the soil will stay moist longer and with the coming rain nature will do some of the watering for us.  This will be great because soon it will be dark before I can even get there after work and I will be limited to going on the weekend.  It makes me a little sad to be there less, but we have so much new garden space to focus on at home; it is going to need some serious attention in the coming weeks.

This squash grew into the metal cage its vine was growing on and is now stuck around the metal.  We are going to have to cut it apart to harvest it.

This squash grew into the metal cage its vine was growing on and is now stuck around the metal. We are going to have to cut it apart to harvest it.

In the rest of the garden, Will has been called on by several of the in charge folks to help with various projects.  He is now officially a member of the tree committee, which I realize sounds sort of silly, but he does a lot of hard work with Gina and her trees.  Work that could not be done by others, like climbing up to the tops of the trees to pick fruit; fruit that otherwise would not get harvested and would become food for the birds or rot on the ground.  With this new distinction in our membership status we are relieved from attending the once-a-month clean up days, which are mandatory for regular members.  We – Will especially – put in much more time than the 1 1/2 hours required on those clean up days, so while we get out of coming to the mandatory day we are still earning our keep.  Recently we have harvested lots of pomegranates, a few star fruit, guavas, avocados and sapotes.  The pomegranates are incredible, despite the labor involved in attaining the seeds.  We might attempt to make jam out of them over the weekend, but I just enjoy snacking on the little gem like seeds. 

There is something very Suess-like about hanging out under a pomegranate tree.

There is something very Suess-like about hanging out under a pomegranate tree.

 

Star fruit - last I checked I did not really like them, but I am going to have to try again. Star fruit – last I checked I did not really like them, but I am going to have to try again.

 

3 pomes worth of seeds.  Lots of work, but its soooo worth it.

3 pomes worth of seeds. Lots of work, but its soooo worth it.

What a pretty bowl of tropical fruit!

What a pretty bowl of tropical fruit!

In addition to the plethora of fruit in season, we finally used our parsnips, which were harvested some time ago.  They sort of got lost in the shuffle when we moved, but the cooler weather and rain this week prompted us to make them into soup.  The parsnip-apple recipe we used was very basic and turned out very well.  I should have taken a photo I supposed, but really it just looked a lot like apple sauce.  The apples and parsnips complement each other oh-so-well and I am looking forward to making this again when the next round of parsnips is ready to be pulled up from the plot. 

If you read this blog you might remember we moved plots over the summer to a sunnier location.  Our old plot has not been reassigned and there are talks about turning the space into something different because growing there can be difficult with the huge pine tree looming overhead.  Will is trying to talk our garden master into letting us turn the space into a mushroom area.  He has done research and is presenting it to the powers that be.  It will take some work to build the mushroom boxes and money to buy the spores, which are not cheap, but it could potentially be a great project and use of the cool, moist soil under the large tree.  We have had a handful of morels pop up on us while we were still growing in that plot so we are convinced the mushrooms would be able to survive there.  The old plot still has two busted tomato plants that have not produced in a while.  They still had fruit on the vine when we moved so we left them, but now they are done.  However we haven’t pulled them out because a gigantic caterpillar has been munching away on what remains.  It keeps getting bigger and bigger every time we go check on it.  When we showed it to Gina and others, she wanted to kill it so it doesn’t lay eggs and make more of the plant eaters.  We refused and said we would kill it once it goes to cocoon.  Hopefully it doesn’t lay eggs before that?!  I should investigate.

Mr. Tomato Caterpillar

Mr. Tomato Caterpillar

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Its eye really creeps me out.

Its eye really creeps me out.

Phew, for initially stating the garden was on the back burner, perhaps we have more done than I realized.  It is just a slow process and has been broken up over many days and weeks.  Now comes my least favorite part… waiting for the seeds to sprout and the plants to grow.  I hate the pause between planting the seeds and when that first little hint of green comes pushing through the soil.  Until that happens… I will be not-so-patientially waiting.

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You mean he didn’t get the economics prize too?!?

Yes, I am a little behind in posting this, but I just had to rant a little even if it is almost a week late.  When I first heard the news at 6:30 Friday morning that President Obama won the Nobel Peace Prize I was surprised, caught off guard.  I had mixed feelings of pride - that our President who I was so eager to help vote into office was given such a prestigious award – and confusion because while I do still like Obama on most days, I have no idea WHY he was being honored.  Sure I think he is pretty great, better than most of the alternatives for sure, but the Nobel Prize?  Is this just the Nobel Committee trying to give W. one last fuck you?  Like that guy has ever cared what they think of him in Stockholm.  I am not saying Obama isn’t trying to make America and the world a better place, but as one report put it the Nobel Prize should not be reduced to pee-wee soccer standards where everyone who tries gets a trophy at the end of the season. 

This is such a prestigious award and I feel like giving it to our president is premature to say the very least.  Let the guy get at least a few years of experience under his belt before you nominate him, not just the few weeks he was formally in office when his name was put in the hat.  I think waiting a few more years for him to further prove himself would have made the award much more significant and meaningful.  Some people work for decades, their entire lives, before they are honored with one of the various Nobel prizes.  I know there have been controversial honorees before (Henry Kissinger, anyone?) and Obama surely will not be the last, but this could possibly end up being a disservice to our commander-in-chief, rather than a moment to pause, celebrate and be proud of our country and its leaders.  It adds heightened expectations that might not be able to be fulfilled.  It gives praise and adoration to someone who is certainly trying to earn it, but has not made the great strides and changes that so many other winners have.  Really, a peace prize to the highest official in one of the most powerful countries on earth who is currently at war on two battlefronts and is just getting started on his diplomacy efforts to undo everything that was severely screwed up by the last administration?  It just seems like a bit much at the moment.

Also, can you believe he did was not among the Americans chosen for the economics prize?  What with his stimulus package and cash-for-clunkers I thought he was a shoo-in.  I still love the man and hope he is able to accomplish great things and repair the damage done by his predecessor, but that doesn’t mean I have to blindly agree with everything going on in and around his White House.

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Block Party!

On Sunday Solano Canyon hosted its 3rd annual block party.  Residents of the neighborhood gathered in the catholic church parking lot for an afternoon of eating, games, music and getting to know one another.  We met lots of our neighbors who were very welcoming despite the fact that we were “those people with the St. Louis Cardinals signs.”

There were games, face painting and a clown making balloon hats and creatures for the kids.  There was a huge table of food representing the various cultures living in the neighborhood – tacos, lo mien, guacamole with pomegranate seeds (YUM!), cookies, cakes, my banana-walnut bread, pastas, and much, much more. 

musical chairs

musical chairs

turtle balloon bracelet!

The clown made lots of super cute balloon bracelets - lady bugs, flowers, bees, and of course this little turtle.

One of the highlights for me was the BBQ cook off.  Will, with my help, spent the better part of Saturday smoking 6 slabs of baby back ribs, 3 each in his version of Carolina style and a new guava recipe. 

6 juicy slabs of baby backs.  Mmm!

6 juicy slabs of baby backs. Mmm!

The Carolina ones were his usual recipe with lots of apple cider vinegar, red pepper flakes, applewood, lemon, butter, etc.  The guava recipe was based on something Will found on a BBQ forum; I cannot remember exactly what it was called so I will have to update this later, but I think it was something like Remy’s Uncle’s Guava ribs.  We used the guava jelly we made a few weeks back in lieu of guava paste.  Overall these ribs were okay, but could be improved upon.  Will did not follow the recipe super closely and there are some things he would do differently along the way next time (including sticking closer to the instructions).  This is where we differ on trying new stuff in the kitchen.  I firmly believe when making something for the first time you should follow the recipe as much as possible then decide where it needs to be tweaked to meet your tastes.  If you change it too much on the first try it might turn out horrible and then you will never eat the thing again. 

After 9+ hours on the grill the applewood smoked Carolina style ribs are going in the oven on super low to cook a little longer.

After 9+ hours on the grill the applewood smoked Carolina style ribs are going in the oven on super low to cook a little longer.

 

Guava ribs

Guava ribs

Anyway, the BBQ still turned out pretty good and we ran out of both kinds.  We were told the contest was informal and we just needed to show up, but it turned out other contestants brought tables, made signs, etc.  We were a little unprepared, but another BBQ-er, Dan, let us share his table.  He was whipping up his “Mexican sliders” and they were flying of his table like hotcakes.  Mexican spiced ground beef, sauted jalapeno and onions, gooey cheese and a secret sauce were delish.  I am not a huge burger person, but Dan’s were quite tasty.  A few tables down the Barragan’s had really tasty slider-size BBQ-ed pulled pork sandwiches and great chicken wings.  Once again, not a big wings person, but these were soooooooo much better than the crap at sports bars.  Of course I had to sample everyone’s meat offerings and it left me so full I just wanted to take a nap. 

I managed to keep my peepers open so I could mingle with the neighbors, watch both children and adults play musical chairs, and be a part of the block party group photo.  I loved meeting everyone from the other newbies who moved in just 4 months ago to the family who has been living in the neighborhood for 5 generations.  There were architects, students, film industry folks, stay at home moms, teachers, construction works and on and on.  Germans, Latinos, Chinese, Spanish, etc.  For being such a small isolated neighborhood it is really quite diverse. 

The final happening at the block party was the announcement of the winners of the BBQ contest.  Now I am not sure if they did things this way just to be nice or what, but they gave out two second place prizes (keep in mind there were only 4 teams).  Those were both announced and neither were Will.  I felt flush with nervousness because surely he was not the winner and that means he would have been the only person to not win.  I know it truly doesn’t matter, and he truly did not care and just wanted an excuse to smoke some ribs, but I think he still would have felt a little silly and embarrassed.  But our feelings were spared as they announced a tie for 1st prize as well.  The winners were the oldest family in the canyon – the Barragan’s and the newest members of the neighborhood – us!  Will won a nice little carving set with the “SoCa” Solano Canyon logo on it.  They gave out some super cool T-shirts with a drawing of the neighborhood as well.  Will was not a lucky recipient of that, but we are going to try to get our hands on some. 

"SoCa" Solano Canyon carving set for 1st prize rib cooker Will!

"SoCa" Solano Canyon carving set for 1st prize rib cooker Will!

The block party was a really nice way to spend the afternoon and it was a really warm welcome from the other residents.  It will be nice to know people’s names now when we go for walks or are driving through the canyon.  I love this tight-knit, sort of small town community vibe.  Our new home has been pretty kind to us overall and I am looking forward to our time spent here.

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Stay Trashy Los Angeles

Wednesday night I attended my first MLB playoff game.  I have been a long time St. Louis Cardinals fan and was not going to miss the opportunity to see them face off against the Dodgers, especially considering I can see the lights of the stadium and hear the roar of the crowd from my apartment. 

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I am surprised my apartment was not vandalized just for showing some love for my favorite sports team.

I am surprised my apartment was not vandalized just for showing some love for my favorite sports team.

I made signs reading “We ‘heart’ STL” and “GO CARDINALS!” and hung them from my front porch.  Will and I sat outside Wednesday evening enjoying dinner and PBR before the game while cars heading into the stadium heckled us from the road below.  There was the occasional honk of support from people dress in red, though those were few and far between.  In general people were funny and friendly.  One man even said something to the effect of “for being a young lady you have really big balls for putting up those signs.”  As we walked over to the stadium we got more boos and cardinals suck and other insults hurled our way, but no big deal.

Two nice folks just trying to enjoy America's past time.

Two nice folks just trying to enjoy America's past time.

The first inning we were off to a good start with a run scored, but it was pretty much down hill from there.  The Cards were just lacking and I am certain the intensity of the crowd was not helping.  Like usually it took at least 3 innings for the place to actually fill up.  Why are Angelinos so late all the time?  But they were loud and on their feet throughout the entire game.  At first most people who taunted us were friendly and laughing.  An older man sitting in front of us kept high fiving people all around us and then he would turn to us and say oh nevermind.  It was cordial, he always said it with a smile on his face.  It was totally fine.  Then things started going down hill for both the Cards and the atmosphere at Dodger Stadium.

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I saw 4 fights break out and several people removed from the stadium in hand cuffs.  And no, they were not all fights between people in blue versus people in red.  Just Dodgers fighting other Dodgers.  I saw a man pushed down a steep flight of concrete stairs.  I heard people use some of the foulest language ever to fall on my ears while their small children sat next to them.  You couldn’t get up to use the bathroom without everyone you walked passed screaming at you.  Not just like a simple boo or cards suck, but angry, hateful screams. 

Then in 8th inning, with the Cards down by 3, we had had enough.  It was too the point where it was hard to enjoy the game.  I am not a sore loser in any way, shape or form; I am just not competitive enough for that.  I was just exhausted by the nonstop ugliness all around me.  We left the game early because we were certain the redbirds were not going to make a come back and we did not want to battle an even wilder crowd once the win was made official.  On the way out the screaming and insults were swirling all around us. 

Then it happened, the tipping point that made me almost lose my fucking mind.  Someone in the stands above us threw food on me.  Peanut shells, nacho chips, I don’t know what all it was, I just know that I flew off the handle.  I started screaming at them about how they were trash, a less developed species of homosapien, low class, worthless, sack of shit excuse for a human being. 

Why would you EVER throw food on someone?  Especially someone who has done nothing to you?  Never looked at you or spoken to you.  Does not even know you exist.  I was just trying to enjoy a baseball game, a sporting event, but apperantly that is too much to ask for in Los Angeles, land of most unsportsmanlike conduct EVER.  Fights, handcuffs, all the screaming and ugliness, throwing food on another.  Did I unknowningly get transported back to the stone age when I stepped into that stadium?  I left that game in a not so great mood that had very little to do with the loss and more to do with the hidious people I was surrounded by all evening.

I guess I am just spoiled rotten because the St. Louis Cardinals have one of, if not THE BEST fan bases in professional baseball.  I have never seen a fight at Busch Stadium.  I have never seen hand cuffs or food thrown.  We pack the house everytime and do not have these fair weather fans who just show up if their team is still playing in October.  We do not arrive 3 innings late and we do not leave early.  We are there to watch a baseball game and we are going to watch the whole damn thing, and we do it with much more class than what was displayed on Wednesday night.  Don’t get me wrong, I am sure people have acted in disrespectful ways at Busch before, but I have never seen anything like this in my life.  It makes me sad.  Baseball, all sporting events really, are supposed to be fun, family friendly, enjoyable.  It can get intense, it can get a little heated, but there is nothing that happened down on that field that warrants peanuts and corn chips being throw on me.  NOTHING.  

Los Angeles, I would hate for you to give up part of your one of a kind identity.  So I guess the only thing there is to do is… stay trashy.

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Gathering of Community Gardens

The uber resourceful Solano Canyon yahoo! group I recently joined has proven to be quite a good add to my list of online message groups.  Last week they let me know about a terrific fireworks show after a Dodgers game.  Not that it really needed any announcing with the loud booms and bangs, but it was great to watch the free show from my front patio.  There are regular updates about neighborhood happenings, politics, etc.  Today’s digest included a message about the Los Angeles Community Garden Council’s annual Gathering of Community Gardens on October 24-25.  Solano Canyon has a community garden and the event is taking place just a few blocks away near the Cornfield.

I promptly signed up both Will and myself for Saturday’s full day conference of workshops, panal discussions, demonstrations, and resource fair.  Technically the event is free of charge though the hosting organization is a nonprofit and suggests a donation of $10.  What a bargain considering it includes lunch from a few local restaurant’s including a favorite of ours: Larchmont Grill.  The three restaurants providing lunch all grow at least part of their organic produce at local community gardens.  The only catch is you have to bring your own plate, cup, napkin and utensils to eat with in an effort to reduce waste.  I am looking forward to learning more about composting because I want to start our own heap at home.  Will is super excited about the beekeeping workshop and is hopeful either our landlord or the in-charge folks at Wattles will let us start a hive. 

I will give a full report on the lessons learned, info gathered, yummy food consumed and friends made at the event after the fact, but just wanted to share the info in case anyone out there wants to join us.  Happy Gardening!

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