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Anything Chestnut

“There, that looks like a good one,” David said. I pulled the car to the curb in front of the sprawling Mission Hills residence. I kept the motor running as David got out, affected a casual

Dinner by David: Stromboli

Nothing fills me with more comfort-foodie anticipation than David arriving home with a pizza dough ball from Mona Lisa. David tried making his own dough a few times, but it’s a lot of work, and is

Dinner by David: Fancy-ass Snacks

On occasion, David is inspired to do something different, particularly when fellow foodie friends are coming over. On this particular night, David decided that instead of a big sit-down dinner, it would be nice to relax on the

Dinner by David: Chicken & Pasta

The story of this dinner begins the previous night, when David, for perhaps the second or third time in ten years, made me something I didn’t like. I tried to pretend it wasn’t terrible. But the vinegar-y

In the Lab

I squeezed the plastic dropper and watched the first tiny glob break away and plummet into the big bowl. The droplet was supposed to slip through the surface of the liquid and end up at the

What the Foie?

David unwrapped the package and set it on the kitchen island. “It’s beautiful, isn’t it? I should take a picture,” he said. I leaned forward to find an attractive angle of the beige brick. As I

Better You

As soon as the sound of David’s retching began to subside, I rushed into the bathroom to get a quick peek into the bowl beneath his crumpled frame. Before he could sit back on his haunches

Shabu Shabu

David walked into the room with a lot more flair than usual. He raised his arm high above his head and said, “Isu no ue ni dare ga imasu ka?” My sister, who was seated

Still Here?

Though I joked that I was tweeting from Heaven this morning because “God has a thing for chicks in glasses,” the truth is, I missed the rapture boat yesterday, as did all of us sinners. Seriously,

See Jane Run

Running is the greatest metaphor for life, because you get out of it what you put into it. — Oprah Winfrey I stood at my window, phone against my ear, and looked down at the street

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