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Love the One You’re With

2010 September 6


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.

15 Responses leave one →
  1. Jan permalink
    September 6, 2010

    All I can say is that I love it! You go, girl!

    Auntie Jan

  2. sabrina permalink
    September 6, 2010

    hey rach! how xciting, im lovin the local edible mag…

  3. September 7, 2010

    Wonderful! The title is perfect. We used to pick chokecherries when we went camping in Redstone and my mom would make jelly. Here we only have black cherries which make chokecherries seem like candy by comparison (but we do have blue and black and raspberries, so I won’t complain).

  4. Kathy permalink
    September 7, 2010

    MMM… I can taste my grandmother’s chokecherry jelly right now, though I have to say it’s been over 35 years since she made any. She would pick them off the bushes on the hill and Mom would fuss at her for her climbing. What if she fell? I am not sure if there are anymore bushes up there. If you need more, let Trish know.
    I’m glad you have another column to write. Congrats!

  5. September 7, 2010

    Your passion for local foods shines through beautifully with every word. Great job mama! Congrats on your new column.

  6. Dan permalink
    September 7, 2010

    Great first column, Rachie, I like the hair-color part! And I like the sauce even better–on my lunch sandwich right now! Love, Dan

  7. Ami permalink
    September 7, 2010

    Great! I love it! I savor your WORDS! And now there are more of them! Happy day! :) Are chokecherries the same as aronia berries!?

    • 6512 and growing permalink*
      September 7, 2010

      Aronia berries? I don’t think so. From my research the West and East coasts and the South might be the only place you can’t find chokecherries. Maybe inland Cali? I wish we could swap chokecherries for some of those amazing Humboldt blackberries.

  8. Melissa Neta permalink
    September 7, 2010

    you are a rockstar! very happy for you, lady! love the column and the title is perfect. xo

  9. abozza permalink
    September 7, 2010

    Great! The column looks awesome and I love the title!

  10. September 7, 2010

    Love the food column! Yummy.

  11. September 10, 2010

    Wonderful!! :)

  12. Maggie permalink
    September 17, 2010

    You continue to amaze me! Your words bring the little girl out in me… giggles and snickers, aha’s and oh no’s, and wondering at the wonder of it all. Give those rugrats hugs for me and tell Rosie I like her hat and shades. Peace, Mags

  13. Maggie permalink
    September 17, 2010

    P.S. I wanna’ prize… I wanna’ prize…

  14. September 24, 2010

    boom chica wowow

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