Let's Eat

I love food. 

I love especially what happens to people when they share a meal, or some wine, or even better, both. 

My sister described what I love as “celebratory eating experiences.”  I thought – isn’t every eating experience celebratory?  I love eating not just for nourishment but pleasure, because I believe good food is one of the very few pure pleasures in this life.

I spent the last three years of my life on a farm in Healdsburg, California thinking about food, wine, and everything that comes with it for most of my waking hours.  I’ve gotten to watch a pig turn into pork, olives to oil, grapes to wine, and chicken to dinner (for 150 people, no less).  I’ve gotten to eat dinner with some of the best chefs on the west coast, often from something that was hunted or harvested within hours of when we ate it.  

I cannot write about my passion for eating and everything that comes with it without trying to make clear that I understand that I have been privileged in my experiences with food.  I understand that for too many people food is only about nourishment and that it’s a struggle to just have enough.  I appreciate deeply that I’ve been able to have the education and experiences I have had around meals.

It was a difficult decision to leave Sonoma County for many reasons, not the least of which that it's one of the best places in the world for someone like me; someone who loves to eat and cares about where her food comes from, and where everyone's food comes from.  I chose Minneapolis  for many reasons too, not the least of which is that it's populated with a high concentrate of people who care about the same.  I am in Minneapolis now, as of two weeks ago, and and I have so much to explore; restaurants (within walking distance!), farmers markets, co-ops, pubs…  So much to taste and eat and drink.  So much to write about.