5.6
Chicken & Parmesan Pasta Bake
Farmers’ Harvest (Stouffer’s/Nestlé)
If there’s any downside to having spent the past two weeks moving to Los Feliz other than the fact that I’m going to miss that bathroom heater in my old place more than I ever expected (it’s 46 degrees this morning! 46!), it’s that I no longer live within walking distance to the West Hollywood Whole Foods on Santa Monica and Fairfax- in my time living in Los Angeles, I sadly don’t think any of the perks I’ve accumulated in my various hustles had been considered more enviable by my local friends. Of course, the obvious rejoinder is that with the slightest modicum of effort, I can surely find a new place to get overcharged for a quarter pound of filberts, but this is deeper than Kashi and my excellent rapport with the dudes in the meat section- they know if the kid is poppin’ in on a Wednesday evening, I gotsta have the lamb basil sausage. Despite having worked at sundry talent agencies and management companies in the past five years, there has never been a more consistent forum for legit celebrity sightings than the Whole Foods- which I suppose says more about the level of my former employment. Saying you shook hands with Eliot Gould might wow some people in your family impressed by anyone who got to drop it off in Barbara Streisand at one point, but that’s not exactly the sort of comfort you need when you’ve figured out that the average Whole Foods checkout guy probably makes more than you on an hourly basis, are encouraged to show up high and can have access to all the finest cheese and cracker combinations whereas I’m lucky if our Diet Dr. Pepper stash was refilled.
