Week Enders | 1April17

Well, that happened…
I went to the farmers market near work for the first time in AAAGGGEEESSSS. You know when you know something isn’t in season, but it’s in your face anyway? Yeah, strawberries. I bought them, and in my best Kevin Hart voice, they weren’t ready.

Thanks, Canada.
Get thee to YouTube or some other viewing entity and find your way to the hilarious Canadian sitcom, Kim’s Convenience. It’s about a Korean Canadian family who own a corner store in a downtown Toronto neighborhood. I can’t decide which of the parents I love more. Mr. and Mrs. Kim aka Appa and Umma, are just gloriously-much immigrant parents, with first gen twenty-something children, who are funny, human, complicated and caring in an everyday-messy, meddling parent kind of way. I love that, for the entire family, their multicultural worlds exists in all areas of their lives from the friendships they have to the communities that populate the store and their church. You see lives intersecting, easily.


Damn, Gina.
Since the Hulu/CW (that’s what it’s called, right?) deal ended and The CW went home with all of its shows, I keep forgetting about Jane The Virgin. Good thing is The CW site and app aren’t restricted to a cable login. It’s super easy to watch the last 5 eps. But, how am I going to remember check the app, though? No, really. I need to work on that.

My So-Pod Life …
Denzel Washington Is The Greatest Actor Of All Time Period – Vincent D’Onofrio talks craft and Denzel on the latest ep. He’s much funnier than I would have thought and I’ve crushed on him since Mystic Pizza.
They Call Us Bruce – Pop, Politics, Culture in Asian America. In ep 1., Jeff Yang and Angry Asian Man’s Phil Yu talk about the heavily shaded Netflix series, Iron Fist. It’s also where I got the Kim’s Convenience tip.
S-Town – I know, I know. Everybody’s talking and typing about this newly launched podcast from the folks that had everyone obsessed with Serial. I’ll check it out.

Almost gone, Girl.
Here are a few movies that are leaving the stream in April. I’m going to have a binge session with a few of these this wknd: Terms of Endearment (Hulu), Fatal Attraction (Hulu) Menace II Society (Netflix) Resident Evil: Extinction (Netflix) Drumline (HBO) Romancing The Stone (HBO). New York Mag has the full list for HBO, Hulu, Netflix and more.

What’s Really Real…
Now that I’ve got Sling, I watch all of the US Real Housewives franchises. Well, except New Jersey. And Dallas. I don’t watch those. We’re looking at major season/city shifts happening in the next two weeks. The newest crew, the ladies of Potomac, start season 2, on Sunday. Season finale for RHOBH is Tuesday. New York returns on Wednesday. The Atlanta finale is Sunday, April 9th. But, I’m really waiting for the Atlanta reunion, because, well, Andy said to.

This weekend, I might be:
+ hanging out at the Glossier LA pop-up.
+ staring at the ocean.
+ binge watching Kim’s Convenience.

What are you up to?

Home From The Market | Hollywood 24June12

just a few things that made it home from the market…

Collard Greens | Curly Kale | Ginger | Tomatoes | Yu Choy

I cried on the way to the market.  I was in the middle of the street, when I noticed I was steps from my dad’s ‘I-only-have-the-kids-on-the-weekend’ car.  I’ve only seen a few Datsun 280zs since I was little.  For an instant, I was in the backseat with my black Barbie, making up stories, on the way to Benihana.  But, just for an instant.  The wave of recognition washed over me and the tears came with the warm tide.  It was the fifth anniversary of his death.

I was in my head deep at the market, on auto-pilot.  I slowed to inhale the incense and oils for sale by the old man drifting off in his chair.  I weaved my way through the people lined up for seafood, to get to the stall run by the Asian family selling my yu choy and ginger.  Rejoining the flow, my eyes darted quickly from left to right trying to gauge my interest and intent against the pace of the crowd.  Within minutes, I was overwhelmed and determined to get out.  There are always too many people, but this day was different.  Holding back the tears and hoping to dull the ache, I knew I still needed to get tomatoes and greens, but, then I could leave.

Comforted by Spotify on shuffle playing songs I loved, I donned blinders to rush through the intersection of produce and prepared.  I didn’t even realize Marisa from Food In Jars was there doing a demo.  I must’ve walked right past her.

The end was in sight.  I’d made it to the herb stand where I pick up my collard greens.  But, yeah, no.  Grandma boxed me out as she chatted with her granddaughter; meanwhile, the mom fingered my greens; and dad came over to pay with one hand full of cash, the other full of kale.  I was bouncing on sneakered feet, antsy.  I love black folks and all, but come on my people, keep it moving.

I was stuffing greens into my waxed canvas tote bag and preparing to re-enter the flow like a double dutch champion, when he caught my eye.  I looked up to see a beautiful, deeply chocolate man, in all his Chiwetel Ejioforian fineness, staring.  I was so caught off guard.*  I was still stuck and struck, unsure of how I was supposed to feel about my dad.  For the first time, I wasn’t a full-on, red-eyed, ugly crying, hot mess, but I still got freaked out by a 35 year old car.  I guess, I needed to get out of my head.  And in that moment, surprisingly, all it took, was for a dude to get my attention when I wasn’t paying any.

I did another half lap up Ivar and back, smiling all easy and broad, then headed home.  I brought back food, a better mood and a few slugs that came along, on the greens, for the ride.

Every year is something different.  And every year, you’re still there.  Thank you, Daddy.

n♥

 

* so, yeah. we exchanged smiles. awkwardly. mine was all hesitant+black+nerdy.

okay, like seriously, there were more black people at the market than i feel like ive ever seen.

Back To The Market

so..yeah…

I’m going to the market this weekend and will be back to posting the goodness.  I’ve been shooting.  Just mostly instagramming, though.  I’ll put up some of those that I like this week.

This image is from Hollywood 18March12.  I’m in love with it.  No, really.  I did a ‘Look, Ma.  I did this!’ text, too.

n♥

Home From The Market | Hollywood 18Dec11

just a few things that made it home from the market…

Fennel | Cabbage | Tomatoes | Onions | Kale | Red Leaf Lettuce | Valencia Oranges | Arkansas Black Apples

Oops… Guess I forgot about that last trip to the Hollywood Farmers Market.  You can see images from all of the 2011 HFTM posts here.  Happy New Year!

n♥

Home From The Market | Hollywood 4Dec11

just a few things that made it home from the market…

Cabbage | Kabocha | Mint | Thyme | Ginger | Onions | Tomatoes | Fennel | Kale | Yu Choy | Apples |

It was the middle of the week and I was listening to an old episode of KCRW’s “Good Food” with Evan Kleiman on my trusty mobile phone.  Each ep starts with what’s new and in-season at the Santa Monica Farmers’ Market.  I usually get through the “Market Report” with a *shrug* at the ready, but rarely fired.  You’d think I could always “get it up” for a little ‘what’s hot at the market’ talk, but, yeah, no.  Something different happened this time, though.  I was transfixed by the coolest of winter squashes, Kabocha.  A couple of chefs described delectable warm, sweet wintery flavors and shared recipes; a bartender’s experiments in squash mixology had my brain scanning the aisles of TJ’s for the requisite spirits.  It all piqued my curiosity something awful.  I think I rewound or came back to that portion of the podcast at least 8 times, just to hear all that squashtalk.  It was so Harvest Festival-Day of Thanks.

As the weekend slowly approached, I kept checking to see how soon I could get my hands on some kabocha.  Sunday, seemed to stay away on purpose.  The morning finally came when I could wander the two blocks from Sunset to Hollywood; going from stall to stall looking for my obsession.  I found them.  One, a deep shade of sunset and the other, an ode to the perfect mottled forest.  They were beautiful.

They still are, actually.  They’re in the platter on the shelf.  I haven’t decided what to do.  Sounds familiar, huh?  I should to listen to that Good Food, again.  Don’t cha think?

n♥