Oatmeal this morning. I'd thought it would be more substantial and hold me longer, but, perhaps because I didn't bike off to my usual noon yoga class, I was starving by noon.
Consolidating left-overs, I combined the cup or so of remaining vegetable broth with the pasta of many sauces and the brussels sprouts in a heavy sauce pan. As part of my freezer emptying program, I'd defrosted a neatly wrapped package of dover sole filets from Whole Foods (it was in the freezer when I returned home in March). I coated the neat little filets (appearing as fresh as the day they were caught), in bread crumbs and quickly sauteed them in olive oil and butter. With nothing more than a squeeze of lime, they were very good indeed. For dessert, I watched a fairly recent Maurice Sendak interview with Colbert which might be a must see.
Patty called around 3pm. She was looking for an appropriate celebration of the excellent weather. We decided to take a relatively proper hike on the Los Liones Trail to Paseo Miramar. I hadn't been in the Santa Monica Mountains for close to a year. The air was cool and clear--flowers were in bloom--pretty close to perfection.
And if that wasn't enough, we braved rush hour traffic on the PCH for a quick run through Trader Joe's-and then made a surprise stop at the La Playita, the taco stand on Lincoln around the corner from Patty (and adjacent to the 99¢ store. We were quite happy with the taco al pastor and the ceviche. The shrimp cocktail was a bit bland, but we livened it up with lime juice and hot sauce and congratulated ourselves for our full pleasure afternoon/evening.
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