A scene from my lunch near Brick Lane.
Note the ratio of toppings to crust on my pizza.
And yet, I ate the whole thing, bottom to top, top to bottom, with hardly an eye bat (well, maybe one) in the direction of carb-consuming guilt; an utterly inconceivable act less than a year ago.
The LA in me is going, going, g . . .
Posted by Ms.Nožisková > Wednesday, March 14, 2007