The last couple of weeks have been a bit foggy. Even through the veil of normalcy in carrying on with daily routines, it’s been clear that changes in our dog’s health have taken their emotional toll on us. One day last week, for the first time since this landslide of uncertainty began, our dog was acting energetic and healthy. Just to watch him padding up the block, sniffing each tree and leaf along the way, detecting what had happened in his week-long absence, was enormous relief. It was cause for celebration! That night, my husband and I went to one of my absolute favorite Los Angeles eateries: Pizzeria Mozza. We had two pizzas (squash blossoms / burrata, and goat cheese / leek / bacon) along with a super leafy salad and a small bowl of purple brussels sprouts with walnuts and avocado. I took one bite and realized I’d need to make this at home.
There’s a place I really like here in L.A called M Cafe. It focuses on super tasty macrobiotic meals. It might be easy to write off macrobiotics as a cult or faddish lifestyle given the range of claims made on its ability to cure certain diseases. Many of these theses are widely rejected but I’d rather not get into all of that. What I can reap and appreciate from the macrobiotic diet is a focus on grain and plant-based nutrition. Eating local and seasonal foods is also a mainstay of the macrobiotic ideologue, and is a practice I value.
The first time I had lunch at M Cafe, I saw a package of vibrant red quinoa. The friend I was with was quick to point out that the restaurant is well known for this particular dish which they call “scarlet quinoa.”
I used to see a therapist who often stressed the importance of being kind to one’s body. I attempted to harness understanding from the phrase with the absolute minimum amount of effort. Sure, it sounded logical enough to not go through life intentionally effecting damage to your person, but I always responded to the phrase with such a literal interpretation. Whenever she would bring it up, I’d have a mental vision of a pencil-drawn stick figure punching itself upside the head with its ineffectual graphite fists. Since I’m as far from being a violent creature as is humanly possible, and since I certainly don’t walk around punching myself in the head, I figured that I already had the whole being kind to myself thing taken care of. Check! What’s next on the list?
I hope you all enjoyed Valentine’s day in whatever fashion you chose to celebrate! My day was mostly spent tinkering around the house at a rate of zero productivity. It has never actually occurred to me to celebrate Valentine’s day in my adult life, mostly because I experience a generally adverse reaction to the idea of engaging any activity that everyone else around me is also in the midst of. Grocery shopping at 5:30 pm? Absolutely not. Bar hopping on New Year’s eve? No way. Cruising the mall on the day after Christmas? Surely you jest. V-day dinner date out on the town? Not a chance. I think love is one of the most profound human experiences and deserves to be celebrated as such. It’s just that I’d prefer to do it on my own time, in my own way, and not out of pressure to get it right on one specific day. Here for you today is a salad in pink. A salad in the spirit of the season.