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Yesterday I had nothing to do. No errands, appointments, work, nothing. So, I packed a bag with water, a few weird protein and granola bars I had taken from craft service, Anne Lamott’s “Bird by Bird,” and, after putting the mix CD the director of my last show made for the whole crew in my car’s CD player, headed north on the 101.

Knowing the bars wouldn’t get me through the day, I stopped at my new favorite place, The Topanga Table in Topanga Canyon. I love this restaurant! Nestled just off the road, it smells like camping when you sit on the patio. I had the breakfast burrito but could have ordered anything on the menu and will be back for their biscuits and jam. Like, maybe today.

After lunch I continued south on Topanga until I dead ended at the Pacific Ocean/Pacific Coast Highway, where I turned right and headed north.

The CD was a mix of dark Americana and eventually I switched to my own combo of Cat Stevens, Bob Marley, and The Head and the Heart.

I drove until I hit a fog bank somewhere towards Ventura County and turned around to go to my second favorite place, Neptune’s Net.

Though not yet hungry for fish and chips, I parked and watched the surfers below, before driving back towards Zuma to walk its length as the sun set. The tide was out, making for an extra wide path.

I arrived home with sandy feet, sunburnt legs, and so much gratitude for my life, my day, the ocean, our planet, great food, birds, music, and that little voice inside of us that, if we listen, will remind us how to nourish and care for ourselves.
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Since the beginning of the year I have been following ideas and recipes from the book “Clean-The Revolutionary Program to Restore the Body’s Natural Ability to Heal Itself,” written by Alejandro Junger, M.D. and recommended to me by my sister.

Though I haven’t written much here about my recent health issues, one of the main reasons for the recent life changes I’ve made is that for  the past several years, and especially the last six months of 2016, my body has been screaming that my chosen path  was unsustainable and that the coping mechanisms which had previously allowed me to power through a job, were no longer working. Not only were they not working, they were making me sicker and sicker with every job and year.

My body was running on empty after years of sleep deprivation and the sugar and caffeine I resorted to, just to keep going.  The cycle of anxiety>insomnia>adrenaline>insomnia>depleted immune system and adrenals> constant colds and sinus infections> vitamin deficiency> hormonal imbalance> insomnia> exhaustion became a constant in my life until I finally stopped ever getting better and had a sinus infection for most of six months. In addition, my skin was puffy, my energy was non existent, my digestion was off, and I knew something, or many things, had to change.

My sister suggested I read Dr. Junger’s book and I related to each symptom he described.  I  won’t paraphrase or try to sum it up, but would highly recommend it to anyone who just doesn’t feel as well as they know they could or should.  Though I have yet to complete the recommended program perfectly, I did it decently well and saw immediate and amazing results.  And then last week, during a long week of work, I fell off of the wagon and into old patterns; coffee, sugar, a whole, large bag of corn chips in one sitting, donuts, wine, and bread. It was all delicious but led to headaches, sinus pressure, puffy eyes, and lethargy, immediately.  So, back on the wagon I go.  Fresh vegetables, healthy fats, meats, and fish, green tea if caffeine is necessary, and no sugar, wheat, alcohol, or dairy.  It will take a couple of days to get back in the swing and be slightly painful for those days, but will then be totally worth it!

Photo taken outside of Matchabar in Silver Lake, one of the great businesses I pass while walking home with groceries.

I returned from LA one day ago and have felt epically ungrounded since. With a list of things I should be doing, how to ground and come back to earth after several weeks, months actually, of floating this way and that? 

Chop wood. Haul water. Or, cook, clean, and listen to Bob Marley as the case may be. Tangible, simple, doable things that keep me out of my head and in the present moment. And, I end up with a clean house and delish meal as a result. Bonus! 

Today’s menu is kale and basil pesto over porcini ravioli, thanks to Trader Joe’s, or your local farmer’s market. 

1 bunch kale

1 bunch basil

4-6 cloves garlic

1/2 c olive oil

1/2 cup walnuts

1/2 cup Parmesan

Salt and pepper. 

Put it all in a blender and blend until smooth. 

All measurements are approximate and you should add more or less depending on preference. Bon Apetit. 


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 Sometimes (like on a Monday in January when the costuming job you thought you were about to start falls through, and you just watched Downton Abbey’s characters smear butter onto thick cut teatime slices of bread, and it’s really cold outside) all you can do is put an apron on over your overalls and bake some bread!

I’d never actually made bread until today, though I remember the smell from childhood. My friend Alethea’s Artisan Boulè recipe has been sitting in my inbox for over a year and turned out to be simple, delicious, and is guaranteed to make your house smell good while baking, in all of its gluteny goodness.

 Alethea’s Artisan Boulé

(For free form round dinner loaves and pizza crust)
1.5 TBS dry active yeast

1.5 TBS sea salt

1 TBS honey

3 c. Lukewarm water

Stir

Add 6.5 c unbleached white flour

Stir w/ wooden spoon

Cover not airtight for 2 hours

Once the dough has risen, you can refrigerate in an airtight container for about 2 weeks. If you refrigerate, let the dough you are using sit out for 1/2 hr, then bake. You can also freeze loaves for months.

This batch makes about 2 dinner loaves and 1 pizza or  2 big loaves.

When I make the boulé loaves,  wet hands, take the chunk you want to use and toss back and forth and dust with flour till round.

For pizza cover pizza stone with cornmeal.

At about 30 min I cover the top of the bread in butter

Bake 375 for 50 minutes.

Smear with butter, jam, avocado or whatever sounds good. Enjoy!

 

Looking around my house, it appears my trip has exploded all over everything. Two weeks of lived in clothing spill out of the hamper, a suitcase lies on the floor, unopened mail sits on the stairs, and my accumulated treasures and trinkets cover the kitchen table. Looking at the ticket stubs, receipts, and business cards collected, now sitting in a pile on the counter, I can’t help but think of the highlights; the best meals, funniest moments, and favorite sights.

Favorite Meals:
1. Pacci in Buti, Italy. Everything they make is amazing, but the black, squid ink pasta with cream, nuts and salmon is unbelievable.
2. Japanese fish and noodle soup, sitting at the counter of the Stedelijk Museum’s cafe in Amsterdam.
3. And everything at the Korean restaurant Yokiyo in Amsterdam’s red light district. Their miso poached pear with black sesame ice cream. Amazing.

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Favorite Activities:
1.Watching the Buti Warriors play a soccer game against main rivals.
2. A walk along the top of the wall in Lucca.
3. Canal tour through Amsterdam.
4. Walking across the Brooklyn Bridge.
5. Wandering
6. Happy Hour cheese and wine, in NY, Amsterdam, and Italy.

Favorite Stores/Items:
1. White, leather side zip Turkish slippers from Nooosugar, in Amsterdam.
2. Soap from Santa Maria Novella Pharmacy, in Florence.
3. Jewelry from ambrosiojewelry, on Bedford Street, in Brooklyn.

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Remind Me How To Cook.

Over Memorial Day weekend I realized I’d forgotten how to cook. For the past three months I’d been making do with hotel room microwaves, room service, and, most frequently, catering and craft service at work, and, as I stared blankly at my open cupboard, I couldn’t think of a thing to cook. I proceeded to feed myself as an eight year old, left home alone for the first time, might. Granola, a Popsicle, cheese, more cereal, toast, an apple, and finally a steamed artichoke with half a bottle of wine. Now, you might think an artichoke is too much for an eight year old, but the fact that I let the water boil away and managed to burn it, demonstrated some very amateur cooking skills.
And, as I sat eating my slightly smoky artichoke, I wondered… Would I remember how to arrive places on time, without a call sheet or a map? Would I know how to schedule my life without a movie schedule doing it for me? I obviously didn’t remember how to feed myself without a catering truck and Jaime’s smiling face asking what I wanted, so what else had I forgotten? It wasn’t the first time I’d wondered these things after finishing a job, but as the light at the end of the tunnel loomed brighter, it illuminated many things I’d spent the past few months ignoring. Fortunately, cooking is always one of the things I find most grounding and I have no doubt that after a few days of staring blankly at the cupboard, it will begin to come back to me again.