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Driving west on Santa Monica Boulevard in the late afternoon is another satisfaction that I will never tire of. It’s a quintessential Los Angeles scene — the gorgeous ephemerality of driving towards the ocean and the setting sun as headlights begin to come on.

I learned how to use the shell of one to pick out the meat of another. I loved how the shells would capture the decadent white wine sauce and could be used as little soup tureens.

What unbearable beauty and unrestrained gluttony there is in knowing you have a thousand sunny days in front of you.