L.A. Story, Part II

At long last, we meet

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I plan to make lamb stew this weekend, because the weather is gonna be shit so it’s fine having the oven on for three hours. “You’re going to cook on Father’s Day?” my wife asked. “Yeah,” I said, “Because in L.A. I only got one fucking bowl of stew.”

In other words, the lamb stew was a hit. I managed to save one bowl and …