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I've gone all sort of perverse and domesticated. Last weekend Jerad had one clear Sunday off, so I spent the entire day Saturday shopping, cleaning, doing laundry and running other errands so that we could enjoy a Do Nothing Sunday. It was a special, bent kind of happiness - waking on Sunday morning in an immactlate apartment, between fresh, fluffy sheets, reading the paper in bed, cooking a lazy well-catered breakfast and generally acting as though we'd checked into a nice hotel. we were able to say, at a healthily ripe mid-morning hour "What are we going to do today?", and not permit any "But first we have too..." moments. Don't hafta do nothin'.
We went to Tamarama and did the cliff walk, ocean air and sunshine. Later, we drove to Newtown to a new Mexican place called Guzman Y Gomez, which PRAISE THE LORD, actually serves a semblance of Californian-styled Mexican hole-in-the-wall food. Lovely clean flavours, and wonderful things we haven't eaten since being in LA like tomatillo salas and fresh corn tortillas. Food of this kind is so common in LA to almost the poit of tedium, but in a nation where Mexican, or even TexMex means nachos made with something resembling bolognaise sauce, a nice, simple pork and chipotle taco is a happy, happy thing.
We went to Tamarama and did the cliff walk, ocean air and sunshine. Later, we drove to Newtown to a new Mexican place called Guzman Y Gomez, which PRAISE THE LORD, actually serves a semblance of Californian-styled Mexican hole-in-the-wall food. Lovely clean flavours, and wonderful things we haven't eaten since being in LA like tomatillo salas and fresh corn tortillas. Food of this kind is so common in LA to almost the poit of tedium, but in a nation where Mexican, or even TexMex means nachos made with something resembling bolognaise sauce, a nice, simple pork and chipotle taco is a happy, happy thing.