(The promised part two of my Los Angeles food adventures.)
I come from a family obsessed with food.
My cousin and mom grow it.
They both have small suburban backyards that are jam packed with edibles. Everything from grape vines and strawberries to spinach and chard.
My cousin takes it a step farther through the community garden he runs in Long Beach, CA. Besides giving people a place to grow and learn, it’s also a completely local CSA.
A week before we got to LA, their newly planted winter crops were damaged by frost and hail.
Though the CSA got delayed by two months and some of the crops really suffered, the farm seemed to be making a fair recovery by the time we got there.
My mom uses her garden (and other sources) to cook… and cook… and cook.
She’s really amazing- the kitchen is the center of her household and the word ‘diet’ or ‘i’m full’ might as well be a curse.
My sister is amazing with food but really her expertise is in wine.
For this year’s big Christmas dinner Mom bought and served a bottle of wine from every vineyard that Caroline has worked for- one of the bottles she had personally filled and labeled.
I never realized how growing food or having the space to cook huge meals makes me feel like I’m home.