Something beautiful.

Last night, Corelyn and Melissa came over. Corelyn and I blogged. We were finishing up our little project.

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I made baked ziti for dinner. I pulled out a cookbook (not PW) and modified based on what I had in my kitchen (only one egg, less than half a container of ricotta, you get the picture.) I used a log of mozz.

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No one took a photo. No fanfare. No frills. Just baked ziti.

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It was still beautiful.

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It was ready in 25 minutes. It fed three of us. More than half was left for this week’s lunches. And for dinner tonight.

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Tonight I ate leftovers. Half a brick of brie. A handful of grapes. Three stalks of celery.

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Break time. Holiday time.

I love LA, OR: Why I don’t take the highway home…

Last night after being at J, B, and E’s for a bit, I took Santa Monica Blvd home. This way goes through a lot of LA neighborhoods, and thus I saw, in no particular order:

a building (an entire 12 story-plus building) wrapped like a Christmas tree; an city block of Beverly Hills decorated with scenes of Christmas; a building lighted to look like it was snowing; the whole of West Hollywood decked to the nines, including a hopping Wednesday-night party scene, and glowing neon lights at every block; more than five burger restaurants (not fast food ones, either); a woman putting her eye-liner on while waiting at a light; a crashed car lit up with a sign saying “Do Not Drive Drunk” above it in front of the West Hollywood Police Department; a myriad of houses with Christmas trees shining through their front windows.

Happy Christmas, LA.

Building wrapped as a present…