My mom is retired and spends her days working in her garden. My dad is a photographer and has been documenting her progress. I’m jealous of her abundance of tomatoes, which is going into gazpacho and tomato candy this week. I wish I were in LA to sample all her cooking – and also to […]
inspiration
My dad grew up in a poor, single-mother family in LA during the Fifties. Every Sunday, the family would walk to church, along roads that were bordered by empty lots (this is before LA became the overdeveloped city it is today) where collard greens often grew wild. My dad and his siblings would leave the