Posted: 10 Mar 2014 - David Lebovitz
Someday, someone is going set up a
camera in my place. At least I hope so. Because over the last three years, I
can safely say that the craziest things have happened to me. I’ve often toyed
with writing a book about it, but no one would believe me, and it would
quickly get tossed into the fiction bin, dismissed as folly. Oddly, I’ve been
finding comfort in the easy-listening music of James Taylor, who seems to
understand what I am going through, as he gently reassures me that, indeed,
all is okay – because I’ve got a friend.
In addition to JT, as I’ve taken
to calling him, I also find security in Asian food. I’m not entirely
comfortable with the term “comfort food,” but I have to admit that whenever
something isn’t going the way I hope (or the way any sane person would hope),
I am rejuvenated eating a bowl of bò
bún (Vietnamese cold noodle bowls, as they’re called in France),
or gai lan (Chinese
broccoli.) Perhaps because I come from San Francisco, where Asian food is
seamlessly integrated into our culinary consciousness, a bowl of noodles or
Asian greens makes me happy. (Although a well-timed pain au chocolat has a
similar effect.)
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