Archive for the ‘Local’ Category

I was raised in the country. Not with a confederate flag and fireflies or anything, but folks had pickup trucks for actual functional purposes. A reasonable excuse for being late to school was that your cows got out. That sort of thing.

I’ve lived far from my country roots since the moment I was legally able, and spent my twenties throwing up a backhand to the winding dirt roads around my hometown and keeping to the big city. I was so wary of the beer-toting rednecks of my youth and convinced that the safe, tolerant sohpisticates would be found within urban confines.

Years later I recognize the value of the “other” country folk of my past: positively artful visionaries just living in the hills. They were there for a variety of reasons. Hippies who ran from the feds in the late ’60’s and just stayed put, safe in the anonymity of an unmarked road and driveway. Conservationists and nature goofs, musicians, and lighthearted families who adore watching the deer from their front porches in the morning. Those were my people. Eventually I came to find my love for the country again, likely once I felt safe from its clutches (greater women have tried to leave and failed!) and now I wish we had better access to it.

My mom came into town last weekend and after breakfast we all took a drive through the North Bay to find her a sweet new place to live to match her retirement. It felt lovely to be surrounded by eucalyptus trees, lavender, poppies and country goodness. I can’t wait until she lives there! I am so excited about sharing plants and meandering walks with my daughter. It will make her an even cooler person and perhaps help bring mommy some sanity. Here are some photos of the loveliness:

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Making things beautiful is a family affair. In this case, my lovely wife setting up breakfast.

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Breakfast, clearly.

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Market in Sebastopol

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Aptly named, Pony Espresso. Hardy har...

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Fruit shopping sans the indignant East Bay attitude - is it organic? is it local? is it BPA free? (I am totally one of these people. but the North Bay calms those nerves and you really don't care.They're just apples now.)

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Speaking of organic, how amazing is it that this random roadside produce stand also carries my awesome Alba lotion, the one I would perish without? I took the picture just to remember the radness.

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A little found joy at the Pony Espresso. My three year old thought I was a freak for taking this picture.

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I heart green and blue together.

Oh Berkeley, I love you so.Berkeley Early Evening, #2

And in honor of all the guests we’re about to have filling up our home, I want to talk about your food culture. Your lovely grace
that bestows upon us artisan breads, local oysters and rooftop farmed Odoriko tomatoes.

1. Berkeley Bowl.
Local grocery co-op with every single ingredient a girl could possibly desire. Sugar cane? Check. Fiddleheads and Marzipan? Check. Nopales? No problem. Shizo leaf? Uh huh. We got it like that. Bulk section for days. Israeli couscous. Seaweed salad. Twenty kinds of hummous. Two different kinds of Hawaiian Poke. Fresh juices from native apples. Signs in the produce department that specify whether an item is local or not. Chocolate covered pistachios. And scene.

2. Gioia Pizzeria.
East Coast loveliness and really I could not ask for more from a pizzeria. Real Caesar salad (that means real anchovies), and two or
three pizzas per day and THAT’S IT! Those are your options. Take it or leave it (you would be really foolish to leave it). The bonus is that these daily specials include fennel sausage, artisan cheese, ingredients that truly belong on a pizza. And they’re super nice people.

3. Tilden Park.
Over 2,000 acres of park in the middle of this crazy metropolis. Hiking, views of the good old Golden Gate, redwoods, Lake Anza for
swimming with the kiddies in the summer, total and complete removal from the city. And fantastic for a picnic (didn’t you wonder how this could be a foodie entry?) from, say, Brazil Fresh Squeeze Cafe on University Ave. Yes, thank you, I will take a mango smoothie to-go with my sidewalk grilled tri tip sandwich with garlic-cilantro sauce and pineapple.

4. Tacubaya/Dona Tomas.
Organic sustainably raised ingedients go into this Mexican menu. This is yuppie Baja Mexican, but one bite and you don’t care anymore. It is divine and located at the Fourth Street Shops, a fun shopping district. Cruise on by Peet’s after, pop into Design Within Reach (or as friends call it, “Design Not Remotely Within Reach”) to gaze at Eames chairs that you have no business buying.

Iheartoakland
I adore Oakland. It has heart and promise, but has been dealt a raw
hand, just like Hungary or Eritrea. Folks been stompin' on my town for
decades, using and abusing it. The mayor and city council sit around
and "rearrange the deck chairs on the titanic," to quote the brilliant
storyteller, Utah Phillips. They take on bold legislation such as
modifying the motor home parking laws while people openly deal crack in
my neighborhood. SO frustrating. You can walk down Broadway and see the
beautiful old stone buildings that
once formed a stylish, destination shopping district (in the era of
five-and-dimes,
no less), now boarded up and filled with Subways and Check Cashing
stores. The vibe is sketch, a place you would walk through with your
kid, but only during daylight and then still cautiously.

But
with that neglect and suffering, like the ficus tree in my living room,
it just keeps on trying and sprouting new leaves. No matter how many
times it gets knocked down, it still manages to be artful and
surprising in a really cool way.

Here are my top three local picks for the month:

The Temescal District Farmer's Market
on Claremont (in the DMV parking lot). Mega popular and overloaded with
upscale baby strollers, but don't let that deter you. Nice sellers, and
great finds like loquats and bronx grapes can be had! Arty handprinted
tees, Bakesale Betty, tamales, what more does one need from a farmer's
market? And it's shady and delightful here in the summer.

The best taco trucks in the whole Bay Area. Need I say more?

The fact that I have run into Meshell Ndegeocello in Whole Foods, and Ledisi in IKEA. I narrowly missed the Roots in the old Jahva House, dammit. This town's deep history with soulful artistry is magical and important.

I am a big advocate for life quality.
Sometimes I find myself using a certain word daily over a few weeks
(systemic, unilateral, placate, disincline) just to get to know it
better, but I have been saying "life quality" for the past four years
nonstop and I think it's here to stay.

Life quality, as in the
degree of well-being. Having clean, good-tasting water to drink, having
a home that is restful and peace-inducing, listening to music that
inspires, having friends who are available for a relationship and who
offer real support. Feeling safe from violence or pain. Preparing a
great meal for your family. These things engage and lift my life
quality. For you it may be other things. There is a good deal of
introspection that goes into knowing what your deep personal life
quality factors are. One of mine, for instance, is having a piano; it's
like not having good food or spending money for other people: the world
is dialed down and always a struggle. We now have a piano since I
figured out how high this places on my list.

I've prepared a
mental list of things that brought me joy throughout the day (it was a
pretty good one) and jotted them down. Then I thought about their roots
and tagged each with a category. My own personalized priority list is
shared below:

ease of environment
  This
morning in Berkeley it smelled of sea air, a field of lavender, and
honey. I made it to drop off my daughter for the day early. My commute
was easy and stress free. My clothes were comfortable and I felt they
represented my personality.

community   After my wine class I stopped at Market Hall for a double espresso and sat at a sidewalk table reading through the "Edible East Bay" magazine. College Avenue was bustling but calm and everyone was pleasant, considerate and easy.

renewal
  I returned to the house, which is in a state of absolute disaster.
The mess, however, is only the wake created by improvement projects,
all soon to be finished. I was inspired to come home to the new
textures, colors and energy created by our renovation and redesign. My organic produce was delivered and I was excited to see the new summer peaches and plums.

a sense of history  
I found my grandmother's antique Bulova watch while going through boxes
last weekend and am wearing it every day, even though the winding
mechanism needs to be repaired and it does not tell the time (well, ok
twice a day it is incredibly accurate). It is beautiful and simple and
makes me enormously happy.

support   I am learning how to pace myself this week, with many projects in the air and a new endeavor of becoming a Certified Sommelier,
I am grateful for supportive family (my wife had the toddler dressed
and lunch made before I even got out of bed) and generous clients.

I would love to hear about your lists, or how you go about keeping your real needs met as life continually evolves.