We drove to LA for New Year’s Eve to meet some of our favorite people. And eat their food, because they are amazing cooks. All of them. Standing in the kitchen with them felt like being a tourist in a foreign country. I did not understand a single thing they were saying.
After an amazing home-cooked meal, we passed the time exploding poppers in each other’s faces.
John (the one laughing maniacally), powered off the TV the second before the countdown reached “1.”
Happy New Year, everyone!