For the past couple years, for one reason or another, I couldn’t garden. I didn’t have the space, or when I did have some space, I didn’t have the time, and then, for a good portion of this year, I wasn’t allowed to work in the dirt.
As it turns out, gardening is not recommended for pregnant women, because there’s a risk of picking up toxoplasmosis. Sure, I could have gardened, very carefully, with gloves, but it was an easy thing to continue avoiding, so, well, there it went from the list.
Yes, you heard that right. Back in September, The Unicorn and I harvested a headstrong, wonderful little boy who we call The Pickle (after all, he can be sour…or sweet), and trust me, he is totally worth giving up some home-grown tomatoes.
This lack of gardening made me consider giving up this blog entirely. I didn’t have many stories to tell about plants, though I’m still posting plenty of photos of them, and I haven’t even really been developing recipes (a practice that seems silly when there are so many great ones already kicking around the Internet).
But the reason I started this blog was not to write a cookbook, or a gardening manual, or make a bunch (ha) of money off sponsorships and ads. I started this blog to tell stories about my life through the prism of plants and cooking. To that end, in this year ahead, I plan to return to that, right here, in the place where this blogging adventure began for me. Sometimes there will be actual plants involved, and sometimes I might share a recipe or two—my own, or winners I’ve found in other places—but sometimes it will just be a story about the life I’m still cultivating here in Oakland.
However it shakes out, I hope you’ll join me for this next phase of the inadvertent adventure.