Love the One You’re With
Thank you so much for all the great suggestions for the new, local food column. I love that you guys gave it some thought, and shared your ideas and even voted on each others’ titles. I loved Ami’s suggestion, Savoring San Juans, which was exactly what we did this weekend at our campsite near Lizard Head Pass, where I almost started photosynthesizing, sipping the dazzling high altitude sun by the gallon. I also loved Just Peaches’ suggestion, Backyard Bounty, because even the spongy spruce forest where we found a ring of pumpkin-colored chanterelle mushrooms today has begun to feel like part of our greater backyard. And Andrea, with her 21 spot-on titles (including Chokecherry, Porcini, Elk, which made me laugh because Dan has been pushing for Porcini, Chard, Elk), made me feel like: wow, people are actually paying attention to these words I sow here. And finally, I loved Pink Fibro’s Eating at Home, because really, isn’t that what’s going to save the world?
But here’s where I feel like an ass. I chose something completely different.
But I think you’ll like it.
Go here to read my first column and learn why in the southwest it’s important to love the one you’re with and why processing gallons and gallons of tiny fruits isn’t that different from parenting.
Thank you, thank you, thank you.