July 1, 1990
While it is totally untrue that we caused last week's hot spell to publicize this Cold Foods issue, we do take some pride in having foreseen that from June on, the weather around here gets warmish. You wouldn't want to eat hot food in this weather, but you certainly wouldn't want to be bored in it either. Since the summer bids to be long and at least pretty hot, here is a budget of surprises: things you might not expect to eat cold.
CALIFORNIA | LOCAL
January 10, 1988 |
Ask a few surfers about the genesis of the wet suit. Chances are they will credit clever surfers. They may tell you surfers tried greased sweat shirts, old cashmere sweaters, plastic-coated foam suits; then an intrepid surfer discovered neoprene rubber. The truth, however, may be a little different. Many say the first neoprene wet suit was developed in a laboratory at UC Berkeley. A physicist, now living in La Jolla, built a prototype of the suit that revolutionized our relationship to the sea.
August 5, 2007 |
Sure, we all live in L.A. for the sunshine. But that's hard to remember when the mercury blasts past the point at which you can fry an egg on the sidewalk. Suddenly, all you want is a quick getaway to somewhere very, very cool. Better yet, glacially cold. Only thing is, you're fresh out of ideas -- and possibly money. No worries. Here are some nearby places to chill out, whether or not you have cold, hard cash.
July 1, 1990 |
It's never too hot for bouillabaisse. When the temperature gets out of hand, you simply eat it cold. The idea comes from Michael Hutchings of Michael's Waterside in Santa Barbara, who makes a chilly version that is molded like a salad. Hutching's soup is not for quick-and-easy cooks. The procedures aren't difficult, but they require time and patience. An expert like Hutchings can prepare a rich fish aspic that sets naturally or with a little help from leaf gelatin, which most of us can't obtain.
January 16, 2005 |
On a remote beach north of Santa Barbara it's the end of a perfect winter day: A bright blue sky darkens as the orange orb of the sun plunges into the mirror-like ocean. In the distance, two figures approach, seeming to emerge out of the landscape itself: a woman and a dog. The animal is a stubby Australian cattle dog, a squat thing, close to the earth. The woman is Gretel Ehrlich, herself elemental -- long, blond-cum-gray hair; sharp, bright eyes; a face as weathered as driftwood.
CALIFORNIA | LOCAL
January 29, 1989
Regarding the unwelcome appearance on Irvine walls of the ugliest of all of man's graphic efforts, the ubiquitous graffiti; may I offer to the good citizens of that community an Italian phrase that just might offer them solace: "Muraglia bianca, carta di matto." That translates as: "The white wall is the fool's paper." Cold comfort, I admit, but better than nothing. THOMAS M. VIZE Santa Ana