The new
Edible Atlanta landed in my mailbox yesterday and I had the pleasure of reading it cover to cover without a knot in my stomach about reading my own article for once (since I didn't write anything for this issue.) You writers out there will understand how this feels--you submit an article and then don't see it again until it appears in front of the world and you sort of forget what you even wrote and hope you don't sound like a jerk! That's where great editors like Amanda Dew Manning come in! She has yet to hang me out there to dry, but it's a long-ingrained fear.
Anyway, this cover is gorgeous and features an artist, Giuseppe Arcimboldo, about whom there was a story just two days ago in
The New York Times. This particularly wonderful issue of
Edible Atlanta takes us to Gaia Gardens in Decatur, a 5-acre organic garden in the middle of an intentional community, where my friend Julie used to live and about which I've always been intrigued. E. Rivers Elementary School's organic garden (where the recent Farm-to-School workshop was held) is in there, as is Via Elisa (a local pasta I've shared on this blog), plus lots of places and products I have yet to discover.
You can find
Edible Atlanta at Whole Foods and other locations around town, but I think it would be most fun to subscribe, using the special
Edible Communities offer of subscribing to
Edible publications from three different cities for a special price.
Yes. I'm going to do this. But which three? East End (Long Island, NY) is a must, because I grew up in a town called Mineola on Long Island, 17 miles from New York City and minutes from both the Long Island Sound and the Atlantic Ocean. But I lived in Brooklyn for awhile (on the edge of Borough Park, where Hispanic, Italian and Hasidic Jewish populations overlapped like a Venn diagram). And the friend with whom I backpacked through Europe after college lives in Portland, Maine, a city I love. And speaking of Portland, I love Portland, Oregon, too. And North Carolina, gosh, I should learn more about my sister foodshed. And Hawaii, well, I've never been there so that would be fun. And Toronto, well, let's get out of this U.S.-centric focus . . .
Oh, my. Funny how interest in one little foodshed can spiral into an obsessive joy of discovering more about our bigger world.
The new Edible Atlanta landed in my mailbox yesterday and I had the pleasure of reading it cover to cover without a knot in my stomach about reading my own article for once (since I didn't write anything for this issue.) You writers out there will understand how this feels--you submit an article and then don't see it again until it appears in front of the world and you sort of forget what you even wrote and hope you don't sound like a jerk! That's where great editors like Amanda Dew Manning come in! She has yet to hang me out there to dry, but it's a long-ingrained fear.
Anyway, this cover is gorgeous and features an artist, Giuseppe Arcimboldo, about whom there was a story just two days ago in The New York Times. This particularly wonderful issue of Edible Atlanta takes us to Gaia Gardens in Decatur, a 5-acre organic garden in the middle of an intentional community, where my friend Julie used to live and about which I've always been intrigued. E. Rivers Elementary School's organic garden (where the recent Farm-to-School workshop was held) is in there, as is Via Elisa (a local pasta I've shared on this blog), plus lots of places and products I have yet to discover.
You can find Edible Atlanta at Whole Foods and other locations around town, but I think it would be most fun to subscribe, using the special Edible Communities offer of subscribing to Edible publications from three different cities for a special price.
Yes. I'm going to do this. But which three? East End (Long Island, NY) is a must, because I grew up in a town called Mineola on Long Island, 17 miles from New York City and minutes from both the Long Island Sound and the Atlantic Ocean. But I lived in Brooklyn for awhile (on the edge of Borough Park, where Hispanic, Italian and Hasidic Jewish populations overlapped like a Venn diagram). And the friend with whom I backpacked through Europe after college lives in Portland, Maine, a city I love. And speaking of Portland, I love Portland, Oregon, too. And North Carolina, gosh, I should learn more about my sister foodshed. And Hawaii, well, I've never been there so that would be fun. And Toronto, well, let's get out of this U.S.-centric focus . . .
Oh, my. Funny how interest in one little foodshed can spiral into an obsessive joy of discovering more about our bigger world.