Bryan and I drove to an acquaintance’s house in West Hollywood to borrow a banjitar, a cross between a banjo and a guitar. Instead of the typical four strings, this instrument has six strings and is tuned like a guitar so guitarists can get that twangy sound without actually having to learn how to play a banjo. (It is also called a guitjo, but not a guitarjo as I mistakenly called it once last night.) Bryan is engineering a session with Five for Fighting next week and they want to test out the sound. On our way home, we stopped for dinner at Little Dom’s in Los Feliz, where I couldn’t get enough of the vegetables. The corn was roasted with basil and tossed generously with butter. The zesty salad featured some kind of delicious tiny green bean, with faro and baby celery. I realized I really like baby celery, just as I like baby corn. Is eating baby vegetables as bad as eating baby animals?