Gaby's sunny personality and effortless cooking would have you believe she's been a California girl her whole life, but she wasn't always sure she wanted to live here. The creator of What's Gaby Cooking shows us her One Perfect Day in Santa Monica – from spinning to juices and cocktails – proof she is right at home in her adopted city.
This recipe is a sort of hybridized food souvenir. The nut milk is inspired by G&B Coffee in LA, who uses a similar milk to make their now legendary Almond Latte. Soon after, I was at Gracias Madre and had their Spiked Horchata cocktail made with mezcal and plenty of spice. Convinced that the sum would be even more incredible than the parts, I began tinkered until I came up with this Spiked Almond Hochata Latte cocktail.
One of my all-time favorite road trips here in California? Taking a long weekend to drive up Highway 1 from Los Angeles to San Francisco. Here's my advice for how to do it, where to go, and what to eat.
It's an unspoken rule among us Californians that, when in Palm Springs, a date shake is a must. Tons of dates are grown in the desert so someone sometime got the genius idea of swirling dates and spices into a vanilla milkshake and the rest is history. But, let's be real, drinking a date shake on the regular is not a good habit and doesn't mix well with trying to hang out poolside so I came up with this Cinnamon Walnut Date Shake Smoothie.
Aida’s been away for a while now, and let me be the first to say, she’s certainly been missed around these parts! I know she’s been having a wanderlust-worthy journey (have you seen her Instagram photos lately?!) but, if she's like me, then it’s usually around the 2-week mark of a vacation that you start to feel a little homesick, you know? So I thought I’d plan a little surprise for her – my favorite pins this week are all about Aida’s favorite place in the whole world: her home state of California.
My best friend is about to marry a drummer for an up-and-coming SF-based indie band, Geographer. We joke that she finally gets to live out our angst-y teenage daydream of being band aids, attending shows, and tossing about cheesy phrases like, "I'm with the band."
It was one of those rare L.A. moments when the streets were empty as if everyone had overslept or just plain skipped town. It helped that I was racing through downtown L.A.’s Warehouse District, which is all but abandoned during the weekends -- or so I thought. As I headed down Central Avenue tow...