4/18/07 - Dinner

Chris Miller visited the ranch and brought me his extra wok 'cus his girl already has one. Woks get me hot.

Rice simmering, I heated sesame oil in the wok, and chopped half an onion, no tears, thanks; threw the onions in along with peas in the pod and some week-old kale. The kale was like spinach, fluffy and voluminous at first, but it shrank once wokified. Dribbled teriyaki sauce over it all, and sprinkled salt, and pepper on top.

What the fuck am I doing? I have no clue. I didn't poison myself and it tasted just fine. Not to be mistaken for a true dish that I would perhaps cook for a girl on a date.

We've been scraping for scraps around here so I hunted around the nooks and crannies and found a packet of freeze dried soup in the back of the cupboard. How old is this MRE shit? Does it matter? Just add boiling water? Done. Dinner is served.

4/3/07 - Lunch

Patty and I surfed polluted Malibu in the late morning. Crowded, smelly and the south swell on the rise we decided to cut south towards San Clemente, aiming for Doheny, Trestles and San Onofre. On the way we stopped at Cha Cha Chicken, a killer Cuban taqueria/restaurant in Santa Monica.

Patty had the jerk chicken enchiladas.

...and I had the joint's namesake, the Cha Cha Chicken! With some sides of rice, beans, cabbage, and fried plantain. If you haven't had Cuban, I suggest you seek out this cuisine. I suspect it's similar to other Carribean styles, mixing sweet, savory and spicy. Makes me sweat.