I have always loved asparagus. But the minute I tasted grilled asparagus, it went from a vegetable I liked to one that I was madly in love with. Every time I make it — seasoned with my basic grilling trilogy of olive oil, salt and pepper — people ask for the recipe.
Those of us who voted for John Fitzgerald Kennedy in 1960 were fortunate enough to experience the exhilaration, the hope, and the joyful anticipation that his election brought to the nation.
Spring has definitely sprung across the Southern California arts landscape. Here’s a roundup of upcoming and ongoing events that pique my interest. I’ll report on some of them later but I think all merit your consideration now.
I have always known La Costa Resort and Spa in Carlsbad, Calif. to be the home of various renowned golf tournaments over the years, but not being a golfer I had no burning desire to visit it.
It started with the water. When the waiter at the Mr. C restaurant in the new, fancy Mr. C hotel in Los Angeles asked me what I would like to drink, I replied “plain water, no ice.
Having an opportunity to try the Veggie Grill’s new menu items was a real treat. Riding my bike up to their restaurant at The Grove on Fairfax Avenue and Third Street to do so was pretty exciting as well.
Claire Falkenstein (1908-1997), a female artist in her 50s, arrived in Los Angeles during the ‘60s when the mantra was “trust no one over 30” and when the art scene was dominated by hard-partying young men of the “cool school” who were creating their own new art and lifestyles.
Dear Life Matters, My company recently re-structured and I am now part of several cross-functional teams. While I am looking forward to the opportunity to work with additional staff members throughout the organization, I am a bit nervous about adjusting to the varying needs of each team.
Medvedenko the schoolteacher is in love with Masha, the daughter of the manager of a country estate. Masha is in love with Konstantin, a would-be playwright.
Eleanor Kong learned first hand that starting a small business can push one to their emotional and financial limits. For 20 months her storefront welcomed no customers but rather plenty of high priced contractors to build everything up.
I’m still making my rounds of the many Mexican restaurants in Santa Monica. El Cholo doesn’t qualify for “Old Timer” status; while the original opened downtown in 1923, they didn’t open up in Santa Monica until 1997.
Two men, one in a suit and the other in a sweater, sit side by side in folding chairs in a small auditorium. They are listening to an unseen speaker introducing a new inductee to the Israel Academy of Sciences and Humanities.
