How am I supposed to keep track of all the foods I'm supposed to avoid? I didn't know soft cheeses like feta and the queso fresco served with the Andean mega corn at Los Balcones del Peru are off limits. And I thought I was being responsible by ordering the choclo and boiled sweet potato on the side so as to avoid the ceviche juice. But I ate the cheese. I am already proving to be a terrible mother.
My doctor also gently suggested I put away the heels I was caught wearing on my last visit, even if they were my comfy old lady Ferragamos. There's no denying that it's time to enter the flats-only shoe phase, so I waved a sad temporary goodbye to the many boxes in my closet. Now the cruel irony is that my favorite flats feel a tad too snug.
To my credit, I managed to baby sit my friends' 16-month-old without incident (she's happens to be a joy and an early-to-bed, deep sleeper), eat balanced meals and snacks, and make sure to touch only the super well-cooked pieces at Soot Bull Jeep.
Which leads to some exciting news. SBJ is back up to an A! No more facing that fat red C in the window that we sorrowfully avoided. I'm so happy to have their charcoal grilled meats again -- the cooked stuff over gas at other BBQ restaurants doesn't compare. All they gotta do next is fix the overhead hoods, since the intense smoke might be not so great for Baby or for any of our lungs. (OK, enough already.) When we got home our clothes went straight into the hamper.
Soot Bull Jeep
3136 West 8th Street (at Catalina)
Los Angeles 90005