Los Angeles

As the ink dries on my Weight Watchers contract, I some time to look back on all of the moments that led me to my current tight-pants predicament. I guess I won’t be eating most of this stuff for the next little while. If this slideshow doesn’t stir your appetite, you’re not human! I’m starving. Bon Appétit. Here’s a link to the slideshow in case you are unable to view the player. –StellaCadente*

I’ve had a busy few weeks oscillating between three of my favorite activities lately: buying shoes, eating, and talking about food. So busy, I haven’t had a chance to sit down to collect my thoughts. My meals are starting to blur together a bit, but I have several good ones and one *great* one. Over the past couple of weeks my inner glutton has come out in full force: dinner at The Bazaar in Beverly Hills, pizza margherita at La Parolaccia in Long Beach, pizza alla napoletana at Il Dolce in Costa Mesa, blueberry pancakes at the Hi-Life in the Ballard neighborhood of Seattle, cocktails at Vessel, Seattle, a bottle of Nicolas Feuillatte Brut on the patio at Maximillien, Seattle, pints at the Market Arms in Ballard, a curly wurly and a meat pie at the Kangaroo and Kiwi in Greenlake, Seattle, a croque monsieur and rosemary lemonade at Bastille in Ballard, lamb kafta meatballs at Sue Feniger’s Street in Los Angeles, and rabbit ravioli at Michael’s on Naples in Long Beach. (Apologies to all of the entrees that were not named…you know who you are!) Just this past weekend I met my Editor A.J. Rathbun for drinks –an appropriate…

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