Backyard Bowls – LA style

Acai bowls are so LA, am I right?  I see fit people in Lululemons shoveling that stuff into their mouths all day so I figured, must be good for you.  Not only that, but it seems that all the Instagram accounts I follow are putting their acai bowls into coconuts and tossing some flowers on top making it look like acai is some kind of tropical vacation you can go on for breakfast.  Keeping in line with my hate to love and love to hate relationship I have with social media trends, I had to try it!

Minutes after walking into the West Hollywood location I realized I’d had Backyard Bowls years ago, in Santa Barbara.  I remember getting a delicious breakfast bowl, and it kept me satiated for a while.  This time I decided to go for the Island Bowl and it was delicious! Granted, I was hungry 3 hours later, but it WAS delicious.  I also came to the realization that an acai bowl is basically a deconstructed smoothie, so that explains a lot about my immediate hunger.
There were a few differences between the Santa Barbara and Los Angeles location, though.  And they mainly had to do with the ambience and maybe the whole 3 years ago thing.  The SB spot was so laid back and of course beachy and casual.  The LA spot was very streamlined in design with a full on windowed room for the guys making acai.  I’m guessing it echoes the noise of the Vitamix, because the workers had to wear protective headphones.  Looks like DJ Acai is making my bowl from ‘scratch.’  Hardy har har!

I’m not sure I’ll go back for an acai bowl anytime soon, but I’ll probably pick up a breakfast bowl if I’m in the mood for ditching the pancake and egg style weekend brunch.

Backyard Bowls

8303 Beverly Blvd
Los Angeles, CA 90048


The Smell of Grubby Kids

I’m a grass is always greener kind of gal.  When I was in the classroom, I was SO ready to retire.  The politics, the behavior issues, the feeling that you were never doing enough was sometimes too much.  After 9 years of it, I was ready for a hiatus.  I’ve been out of the classroom for 2.5 years now, and I’ve started to miss it a bit. I miss interacting with a classroom full of inquisitive minds.  I miss teaching reading and writing and doing read alouds that lead to honest and interesting discussions.  I miss planning lessons and making templates on Word while stealing clip art from the web.


Why the sudden nostalgia?  Today we were walking past our neighborhood school and I heard all the kids playing and yelling and having fun.  But then I caught a whiff.  If you’re a teacher you know what I’m talking about.  It’s a mixture of laundry detergent, boogers, kid sweat, soap, and innocence.  The sense of smell is one of the senses most powerfully connected to memories.  I was taken back to all the classrooms I’d ever taught in, filled with amazing little children, and I forgot about all the school drama and just missed it.