Once again, I can’t find a country’s cuisine around Los Angeles, and once again, a wonderful family invites me into their home for a great meal. Tonight, that means New Zealand. The thanks here begin with Renee, who set all of this up (and made the very helpful decision to marry a New Zealander whose mother happens to be in town). Renee has been like a Swiss Army Knife in my life— always finding a way to fit in and be useful, no matter how odd the circumstance. It began when she used to work with my step mother, and the two of them becoming good friends. At her next job, she employed yours truly for a little while, then after that, by sheer coincidence, she hired my mother to do her landscaping. And now? She’s set up a home cooked New Zealand dinner for me— in her very own home no less. Maybe for her next trick, I’ll get into a terrible car crash, then wake up in a haze to find her pulling me from the flaming wreckage. But as for tonight, is there anything I can do to repay her? “Just don’t put up my picture.” Okay, Renee. I’ll see what I can do.