Surviving LA’s perfect traffic storm by eating cheese

Carmageddon last year was not what it was cracked up to be but check this: last weekend, starting on Friday night (through Sunday evening) in downtown LA (unless otherwise noted) there were two Dodger games, three NBA playoff games (1 Clippers and 2 Lakers), an NHL playoff game (those last 4 events in the same venue) a bike race that went all the way from Beverly Hills to downtown and ended across the street from the sporting events, a major fundraising walk (Jewish World Watch in midtown) and, just for good measure, the Pasadena Marathon.  All we needed was a total eclipse of the sun…oh, yeah, we got a partial one late in afternoon. So here we go writing as I went…

Since traffic will be snarled everywhere, after the walk I am going to get on a big black bus with 39 other people and make six stops to sample cheese everywhere EXCEPT downtown.

We all got on the bus and headed out. The driver didn’t really think about it but the draft on the bus was too low to get over the hump getting out of the parking lot. OK, everyone off the bus. Woohoo!! He scraped a bit but made it. Back on the bus and it’s time for our first goodie – World Famous Smokehouse cheese bread. Garlicky and oily and CHEESY!

And out comes the first bottle of wine – Tres Pinos from LA’s only remaining winery, San Antonio, for that reason an no other – LA history.

Brand new restaurant. Marcona on Melrose. An off the menu grilled cheese sandwich. French bread bacon cheddar Dijon mustard and a hibiscus mint chaser. …but the water cooler provided a better photo op…

You’re either on the bus or you’re off the bus. …and we’re back on the bus. What’s next?

This is my bus buddy Viki. We’re both solo so we will make sure neither gets left behind in a cheese swoon.

Cheese quiz on the bus. 10 cheeses, name the country of origin. The prize for the winner? Cheese Doodles.

History break; clues to our next destination – 1923 opened, 1959 an employee from Texas being nice to regulars put cheese on their chips. Et voila! Nachos are born at El Cholo! The original. The challenge on a hot afternoon: we were told that there was a strict 15-minute limit, the bus would not wait for anyone who chose to order a maggie. Cheesy greasy goodness, a group photo and we’re back on the bus.

Next up – Yuca on Hollywood. The owner is absolutely lovely. The Gringadilla is another off menu item but with our feedback it will be added to the menu soon. Go get one! It’s delicious. Brie and mango with a spicy mango salsa. On  a thin whole wheat tortilla. My favorite item so far. Back on the bus and we’re off up Vermont.

I’ve guessed the next stop! Fred 62 for fried Mac and cheese balls! Man oh man oh man. …and my prize is… oy!

Surprise guest while we’re parked in front of Fred 62… Pizza from Palermo’s. Family owned. Pizza Rosa – (mozzarella feta tomatoes) it’s their most popular pie.

Last stop was Say Cheese in Silver Lake. This was the first real cheese monger of my experience nearly 40 years ago. I used to shop here when I lived on Ewing Street on the second steepest block in Los Angeles, not far from the Mack Sennet Studios and the stairway where Laurel and Hardy filmed the Piano Delivery.  We tasted 4 delicious cheeses in proper order: Les Freres (Wisconsin, though I would swear it was French), Raw Cave Aged Gruyere, real Manchego and finally from northern California, Humboldt Fog covered in ash made from vegetables grilled until charred. I also tasted 2 different raw Roqueforts and bought the papillon. Yum. Here are more photos:

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Now I REALLY love my propane grill.

Last spring after much soul searching (I’ve been as true to my charcoal as I was to PCs for years before making the switch to MAC) I purchased a Weber Q220 with the stand so that it could use a full size tank. It has a split grill so I also bought the cast iron flattop tha can replace one side. I love it for a number of reasons. not least is how well the flat top works for fish and piles of sliced onions & peppers.

Last night I cooked a beautiful piece of snapper and made a salad, but this morning I realized that there was some asparagus that I meant to grill too. Since it is so easy to do I fired the grill up and cooked the asparagus along with a few mushrooms that were in the crisper drawer for good measure.

I’ll add some to a salad for lunch and there will still be some for a quick dinner after ballet: maybe an omelet.

Oddly, since I live in Southern California and my grill is actually under an overhang I don’t grill much during the winter. In the summer I light the grill more than the stove (certainly more than the oven!)

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A Mothers Day split ticket

Saturday Debbie and I went to see a staged reading of Jennie’s play at the Ivy Substation in Culver City. It’s always fun: Jennie’s work is full of surreal mostly female characters and you never know when you are going to see a bit (or more) of yourself in them. This was no exception.

Afterward Deb and I were going to walk down to Ford’s Filling Station but as we crossed the street I noticed that the formerly mediocre Mexican place had changed hands. Years ago there was a place called the Topanga Beach Cantina, owned by a couple named Kay and Dave, where Star and I used to go a LOT. It eventually closed and the owners opened other locations called “Kayndaves”. They’ve really upped the ante on the menu going for some pretty good Oaxacan food. The waiter was cool enough to tell us when we asked about the Molcajete Azteca that it was more than enough for both of us, thereby saving us from over ordering. Steak, shrimp, chicken and a chile relleno in achiote chili sauce arrived in a large  molcajete that clearly had been in the over for about an hour. It was a scorching hot hunk of volcanic rock and the food was fabulous and MORE than enough. James got a nice big tip and a complement on a customer comment card too.

I came home and prepped for today’s picnic since I had to be out early to go do my monthly thing volunteering at the SOVA food pantry with my buddies from synagogue. It was great getting to wish people a happy Mothers Day and be likewise greeted. As a special indulgence for a man who clearly knew food I went in the back myself and grabbed some extra goodies from the shelf of odd donations – capers, olives, spices and a big jar of whole grain mustard!

On to Topanga to my old stomping grounds at the Theatricum Botanicum for our annual tradition: Momentum Place, a sort of dance/circus. I got to see old friends and the “kids” in Star’s generation now with kids of their own. Amanda planned the menu:

  • Deviled Eggs
  • Peanut butter and honey sandwiches
  • Salad
  • Hummus
  • Pita
  • Have-a-corn-chips

She took a bite and declared “I am in Paris”. Star asked if she meant paradise and she said “no, Paris.” I took the opportunity to explain that children in Paris taste everything offered and I actually go her to taste a droplet of fig balsamic! She said she liked it but didn’t want it on her salad. Star muttered “thanks, mom…” Progress!

Here’s my Mothers Day card. I may not be in Paris, but I AM in paradise! I asked her if the words were her idea and she said they were but she needed some help spelling them.

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Spring Sunday Supper – Ricotta Frittata

It’s quarter to 7 and I have not been able to bring myself to go in the house, and really, why should I? The 2 year old (who just last week was a fussy baby being pushed up and down the courtyard in a stroller by an exhausted mother) is running around throwing a tennis ball to entertain the cats.

Dinner was early (I snacked but didn’t really have lunch) and it was a complete experiment in part because the herbs are going crazy in the garden and because I had a half pound of ricotta left from last week’s kugel.

More accurately I used a classic Spanish tortilla method but “ricotta frittata” is just so much fun to say.

This is screaming “SPRING!!” so I’m going to open a bottle of rose and make a simple salad of lettuce, radishes and cucumber.

Now, you know, things don’t always go brilliantly. If you are going to try a Spanish flip technique with this DO IT OVER THE SINK! I learned this years ago… Anyway, these were delicious scrambled eggs!

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The Capital Steps

Thanks to my friend Deb I got to see the spring 2012 Capital Steps show last night at Caltech. It’s as much a surprise to me as to others who know me that I’ve never seen them live before. Being an election year they have so much grist for the satire mill. (there! I managed to work a food metaphor in…) They’re so smart and funny; my abs are actually a bit sore this morning from laughing.

By far the audience favorite was a couple years old but so spot on that it’s what I woke up thinking about this morning. I think these lyrics are a bit off, but I’m grateful to the blogger who took the time to write them out. I made some changes to them that I think bring them closer to what I heard. The Shakespearean in me wants them to scan better.

Wrapped tightly in a blanket head to toe until the reveal at the beginning of the last verse and sung to the tune of Hotel California:

On a dark desert highway, staying just out of sight.
Just like white house crashes, I don’t have an invite.
Up ahead in the distance, past the cactus and sage,
I can find a brand new job; I’ll make minimum wage.
Walking inside the border, million stars out tonight,
Thinking this place could be heaven if you were only white.
Then I saw a big searchlight, it was heading my way.
I was spotted by a border guard; then I heard him say,
“Welcome to the state of Arizona.
Have your papers please, or you’ll have to leave.
There’s not much room in Arizona if you’re a darker shade than George Hamilton.”
Would you dare to stop Obama, say his race isn’t pure?
“Last week I stopped someone named Sonia Sotomayor”
“Let me check my pockets, I belong here of course.
I will show you my proof if you’ll show me yours.”

[off comes the blanket to reveal a stereotypical plains Indian]

“Welcome to my homeland I was born here.
We’ve been here 5000 years.
I’m Navaho, it’s our land you’re on here,
We fought illegals too since 1492.”

When the blanket came off the audience broke into wild cheers and then quickly quieted so as not to miss any of the lyrics.

Now I need to make plans to see their summer/fall show!

Thanks, Deb!!

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