05/10/2025
Sometimes, the best days are the ones you don’t over plan. I was invited as a guest chef for an opening day for a very small and rural town. The demo was meant to be simple: show up, share some spring foraged pesto and olive oil dip, connect with folks. But what happened turned out to be one of those pleasant surprises that remind me why I do what I do.
The dips were a hit, a bigger hit than I expected. People kept asking me if I had them bottled 😏 I had to explain that I’ve spent years trying to bottle my essence in so many ways. These days, I’m less focused on packaging and more invested in connecting with other growers, sharing herbal knowledge, building authentic relationships and collaboration. A few people still wanted their bottle anyway.. can’t blame them 😅
I’ll take that as a compliment
But the highlight? The Amish community loved my dips. We ended up trading for my recipe. Then they made me what I can only describe as the most delicious waffle I’ve ever had in my life(You KNOW I know my way around food, I rarely speak in absolutes): It was honey wheat, cinnamon, bacon, green chiles, Amish butter, and powdered sugar. ☠️
No, I'm not being over dramatic.
And while I originally came to share food, I ended up in some real conversations about food sovereignty, growing what we need, caring for the land and the systems we both navigate differently but intimately understand. The language of the land and rhythm of the seasons, of self-reliance, of community nourishment?
It will one day be transcendental
A bottle or jar of dip could never do what I do