My neighbor called me in a panic this morning. There was a city council meeting about a development at the bottom of our street in six hours. We live in a cute little enclave in the hills of Echo Park, but there is only one way in and one way out. The roads are narrow and when there was a fire at the top of the hill last year, it raged out of control when the firetrucks couldn't make it all the way up to the building. They had to do several helicopter airdrops and by the time the fire was out, the house was destroyed. On top of that, there is no fire hydrant on our block, so we are appealing to city council in the hopes that they will make the developer widen the streets and install a hydrant since they will be adding so many new residents to the area. My neighbor didn't want to be the only one to speak at the meeting so she begged me to come. That would take a sizable chunk out of my day, but I had a plan B in my fridge. There was enough dough for a small loaf of apricot bread. I had leftover pork butt roast and some good blue cheese. Voila! a lovely sandwich. Paired with a chiffonade of kale and chard from my neighbor's garden and dinner was served. I dressed the salad with flax seed oil and meyer lemon, a pinch of salt and a grind of pepper. Not a bad for a Plan B.
As for the city council meeting, they pushed another agenda ahead of ours and we spent two hours there before we had to leave. We never even got to speak. However, there was some choice people watching--A chubby doctor in hooker heels, ankle tattoo and a skin tight skirt, an elderly lady with the loudest ringtone ever which she couldn't turn off, a high schooler with pink hair clearly on assignment for school. I highly suggest checking out your neighborhood city council meeting; just bring sandwiches.
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