you look like an empanada

me: hey here’s a picture of me eating an empanada at the mar vista farmers market
w: you look like an empanada

And if by that, Winnie, you mean I look like a nicely deep fried nugget of goodness, I’ll accept. Upon returning from NY, I found myself deeply missing how close and convenient everything was in NY as well as the PeopleTV (the constant stream of interesting and not so interesting looking people, especially while taking the subway) and decrying how far apart everything was in LA. So just when things were looking dire, I had a fantastically-LA LA weekend.

Within 24 hours from Saturday to Sunday, we hit up 3 farmers markets—Santa Monica, West LA, and Mar Vista—loading up on passionfruit, persimmons, plums, leeks, baby bok choy, pistachio nuts, apples, and more. Our usual Sunday ritual of yoga then West LA farmers market (see, told you it was ueber-LA) was disrupted when we couldn’t find the necessary ingredients for our contributions to porkday #6 at our very small and very cute farmers market. To which, up until Sunday, we had been fiercely loyal. Heeding the call of necessity, we drove to the Mar Vista market and were amazed. And felt betrayed. And delighted. Our Sundays will never be the same again. An empanada stand! A coffee cart! A knife sharpener! A cheese stall! Three blocks of beautiful vegetables and fruits! The French bread dude with the Frenchiest accent ever who disappeared from our WLA market weeks ago! Yes, we’ll feel guilty and yes, we’ll have to sneak back to our old market for Mr. Ha’s apples, but who can resist the clarion call of better selection and fatty fried things, both, at once? Not us.

(You’re thinking why don’t you just go to the Santa Monica market which’ll have everything? The answer, my friend, is that there’s a great small-market vibe in MV where you can sit back and take in the scene, which SM lacks despite its largesse. Plus, SM has a more upscale vibe best described with three words: designer baby strollers.)

Porkday #6, Kristin’s second dress rehearsal for her family’s Thanksgiving, was quite a spread and saw the west coast implementation of food vogue. There, I named it. What’s your pose?

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4 Responses to “you look like an empanada”


  1. 1 winnie November 16, 2007 at 2:07 am

    Hey, you didn’t tell me you guys made pavlova! That is one monster fuckin’ P. And that whole photo reminds me of that scene from “Alien,” only instead of birthing a scary alien, there’s Ian’s pate broaching the foaming, busted abdomen.

  2. 2 Ian November 16, 2007 at 3:25 am

    Yep. That’s the pose I’ll be striking from now on. I think I’ll call it “the Ripley.” Not as easy as it looks.

  3. 3 joyce November 16, 2007 at 4:54 am

    or he just had a monster sneeze and spewed some green friends… sometimes passionfruit looks like boogers.

  4. 4 dobianchi November 17, 2007 at 12:17 pm

    Mar Vista is way cool… I so wanna go!


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