Month: July 2018

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We made a map!

We are so excited to introduce a fun project we’ve been working on! Officially named the West Sonoma County Field Guide, we lovingly refer to it as “the map.” As a tribute to our left coast, it opens left to right and features a custom cut coastline. We highlight the restaurants, wineries, and other locally-owned businesses that approach their work with a similar philosophy to ours. They are small-scale, artisan, seasonal, organic or biodynamic, and community-enriching businesses that are worth supporting! We’ll be blunt: it is very much a curated list. It’s an expression of our point of view, a treasure map to what we consider to be the “gold mines” around West Sonoma County. A precious and beautiful art piece with a touch of whimsy that is useful but not overly so. Of course it’s promotional: a pure-hearted effort to generate more business for the folks who really care and have made a commitment to true sustainability. These restaurants commit to local sourcing, seasonality, and organic ingredients. These wineries use organic and biodynamic practices, hand-harvest their grapes and make wine with minimal intervention. The …

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A Visit to Sonoma Swamp Blues and a Recipe to Honor the Farmer

Two things struck me the other week when I went down to the Laguna de Santa Rosa with our photographer Dawn to visit Sonoma Swamp Blues, our local organic blueberry farm. The first came immediately upon opening the car door. Mamta, the mother of one of my very best childhood friends Daniel, jumped right into a few things on her mind. The first was interpreting my dream I had barely shaken at that fresh hour of 6:30am. The second was espousing the anthroposophical healing qualities of the dew clinging to perfectly plump and purple blueberries popping off scraggly branches. You see, Mamta is a parent of two Waldorf kids and was, for many years, president of Ayurvedic California, so she knows a thing or two about the esoteric. But here is what struck my and made me smile on that foggy summer morning. I had the pleasure, in that moment, of feeling like a kid again. I remembered the feeling of being in her house as a boy. Of playing with her son in ways …