I have come to embrace the fact that so much of what I make is often in response to having food on the verge of giving up on the world. The thought of wasting food becomes a great motivator to get off my behind and go do something about it.
Sometimes in winter I’ll have the foolish notion that I miss summer. And why not? Days filled with eating warm, summer fruit right off the tree, swimming in the pool with the kids, harvesting fresh tomatoes and peppers. Then I remember the week long stretches of 110+ F heat. Oh yeah, that’s why I don’t miss summer.