Chris Erskine: Now we're really cooking (sort of)

Bought something new at the grocery store the other day: orange chicken, heat and serve. It tasted like compromise and defeat. I quickly dubbed it "Agent Orange chicken," for it was redolent of the darkest days of chemical warfare.

To complicate matters, I suddenly can't drink red wine (acid reflux). For me, losing red wine is a little like Bradley Cooper losing his teeth.

I'd come, after nearly 30 years in California, corrupted and brainwashed by the local citizenry,