I spent last week in Venice Beach, California. Rory was on spring break and I needed to square a few things away for the Asian Tofu manuscript. In between my appointments and editing work, we went out for a bite or to meet up with friends. There was a lot of eating involved – Musha for izakaya, Gjelina for styled-out Cal Med, Bouchon for fancy French bistro, A Frame for modern urban, Nguyen Hue for old school pho, Primitivo for happy hour. We also cooked dinner with friends in Silver Lake.
We attended a memorial service with my parents and decided to decline the post-event invitation to a country club luncheon. Instead, we went back to my parents' home where my mom fed us a giant Vietnamese meal. My mom said, “I’ve been waiting for you to come home so we can really eat!” My modest contribution/gift to my mother was a zip-top bag filled with egg custard buns. She'd read the post from last week and was delightfully curious.
My dad pulled out bottles of bubbly, red wine, and cognac. He said to Rory, “For Lent, I gave up drinking but today I’m making an exception because you are here.” My folks were looking for an excuse to eat and drink. That was quite a Friday.