For today’s edition of Friday Fotos, I had these ambitious plans to explore a new and novel—at least for me—Los Angeles neighborhood. Perhaps Little Tokyo or Koreatown. And there’s an Indian enclave that I’ve been meaning to visit for years.
But for the past few days I’ve been looking at my food and it occurred to me that here was a landscape I never explored.
Okay, I’m lazy. Didn’t feel like schlepping downtown.
In the morning I always eat steel cut oats—I prepare a week’s supply on Sunday—with a dash of milk, topped with either strawberries, blueberries or blackberries. As I eat, I read the Wall Street Journal or their magazine Smart Money. The most important news in the world, the news that really counts, is business news. And the only way to build wealth is to enforce fiscal discipline—just say no—and arm yourself with as much knowledge as possible. My latest stock pick is here.
Lunch is salad. A BIG salad. First I spread out a bed of baby spinach. I slice strawberries into seven even sections, then blueberries, blackberries, figs, all sliced in variations of seven and fourteen. You’re counting, right? Well, some slices are beneath the spinach. Yup, I get all Rain Man every once in a while. I peel a Clementine or two. And per Karen’s instructions, run the peel through the garbage disposal. And then it’s time for nuts, AKA the crunch factor. I like plain almonds. And I indulge myself with Macadamia nuts which cost the earth—Trader Joe’s has the best price in town—but that’s how I reward myself after a morning of hard or, um, not-so-hard work. Most salad dressings have garlic in them and garlic gives me a migraine, so I just sprinkle some lemon juice as a dressing. After that, I’m good to go.
Karen and I wish all our friends and relatives a restful and joyous Shabbat.