Author: Katherine Harris

Adiós, Aliment!

Well, not really. I’m just heading over to my website, hosted on Squarespace. In my third year of college, I studied abroad in Buenos Aires. It was a completely liberating/transformative experience and the person who I am today is largely because of that year of complete freedom and exploration. It was also the year when my hunger for telling stories through words and my hunger for dining out (on an advantageous exchange rate) started to intertwine. I had a little blog, hosted on WordPress, (it was pink) where I would write about what I ate, and who I ate it with, and where I went. Pretty straightforward. When I started a master’s program in food culture and communication, I figured that I should step up my game. Again, I landed on WordPress, though I felt my images weren’t very strong (I’m always telling myself someday, someday, I’ll learn how to use that DSLR that’s sitting in a drawer in my living room) to stand up to my text, which is really where I was putting …

Wow

I’m trying something new today. I’m going to use the 10 Minute Egg writing prompts to get me going for the day while I sip my coffee, instead of just browsing the interwebs reading food news for those same 10 minutes. WOW. This fog! This summer fog! I thought Karl didn’t live here. Maybe this is Karl’s cousin, Carl. I allow myself to be baffled by Carl, even though I should know better, layering on my heavy sweaters that I regret a few minutes later zooming through town on my recently acquired bicycle, known to some as bumble bee. I still haven’t quite mastered the gears, so I cruise a few blocks until I struggle to regain my momentum after engaging in what they call a “California stop” at the few stop signs there are in town. (See, I knew I would get to bicycles eventually!) WOW. By the time I get to my warehouse-y (not an adjective used lightly) office, I’m just glad I’ve made it, even though I have to struggle through the door …

Cycles

I’ve been thinking a lot lately about cycles. About how things repeat, but also don’t quite ever remain the same. About how energy flows. How emotions wax and wane. (I’m also thinking about bicycles, but that’s more of a witty aside.) I’m a person who likes structure. I write to do lists. I cross things off. I write more to do lists. I cross more things off. Repeat, adapt, repeat, adapt. But another side of me is enjoying this *very* unique (for me), non-INTJ cycle (summer light-induced, no doubt) right now where I feel free and open and mobile and friendly. This is a good cycle. No, this is a GREAT fucking cycle. Because I can think back to a not-so-distant past where I felt the opposite of all of these things. It was a no bueno cycle. Maybe cycles are more like ruts. Because I’m also in a cycle of “not writing.” I feel so many things about this! Embarrassed. Ashamed. Guilty. Like maybe because I haven’t been doing what I love doing for …

Open Books, Open Minds, Open Hearts

As we prepare for a heatwave here in Healdsburg (you would think it was the end of the world the way people start talking about it days beforehand), I’m actually quite enjoying the unusually warm evenings, spent reading on my porch. “Porch sitting” is a hobby that I cultivated during my year in Bra. Well, I say porch, but really I had some surface area blocked in by planter boxes where I would keep my bicycle and sit, attracting the gaze and curiosity of my Italian neighbors as I plowed through book after book from the amazing UNISG library. No surprise, my coffee table pile is filled with plenty of food-related books, including: Salad for President Anyone who knows me well knows that I love everything and anything about this whole concept. I love the button I got at Food Book Fair, I love the chapter titles (such as “Salad in Sweatpants: Casual Meals for People Who Already Love You), you name it. Do I have plans to actually make any of the salads inside? …

Love is Everywhere

At work lately, we’ve started each month of online communication with a newsletter that we affectionately call a “mood blast,” sharing inspiration from inside our studio in Healdsburg. It’s a way for us to sell product, sure, but also write about these items in a thoughtful (and sometimes whimsical!) way. One of the images that we featured in early February was the print “Love is Everywhere: Look for It” from the artist Susan O’Malley. She passed away in 2015, but her bio suggests her legacy will live on through her work, “Ultimately O’Malley’s projects aspire to inspire hope, optimism and a sense of interconnectedness in our lives.” Hope? Optimism? Interconnectedness? I could hardly think of a better time to reinforce and practice those values than this day, in this year, and in this political climate. At the end of last year, I found my emotional, physical, and spiritual selves utterly depleted. The afterburners just weren’t firing anymore. For several months I felt myself completely disengaged with my surroundings, in a black hole of sorts, as I …

Thoughts on the Supermoon

Living in a quiet place with almost no light pollution, I have been introduced to, and come to savor, night walks. Occasionally with the iPhone flashlight guiding my way, but most times not, night walks are a time for learning a thing or two or three about what lies up above from a thoughtful, knowledgeable companion, and an invitation to a walking meditation. I have never kept track of the moon as intently as I have this year. I’ve noticed its position in relation to my home, to the river, to the mountains, to my moving car, to my physical self, to my spiritual self… The blood moon of last fall while I was rushing around and hardly ever breathing in New York was a passing elevator conversation that I hardly recall. The supermoon of the last few nights was not. I just came from a yoga class where the instructor concluded by offering up that the supermoon is associated with feelings of gratitude and abundance. Gratitude for our selves and accepting that we are enough. Gratitude for feeling supported by and supportive of those …

Finally Feels Like Fall

Every day, I see this tree in the street across from my office and all those crunchy leaves and have the urge to jump in… Growing up, I used to view rain mostly as an inconvenience. Rain meant tennis practice was cancelled, traffic would be even slower on 101, and trudging up steep hills in those stylish but heavy Hunter rain boots. But living where I do now, a cozy house in a quiet (during the week, at least) little town, I’ve really appreciated the plentiful rains and changing light of the last few weeks. It’s prompted a bit of a mental/energetic/practical shift within me. I’ve been doing more cooking, more reading, and more resting. More time spent with projects I keep putting on the back burner, like this blog which has gone neglected through the summer. That kind of thing. So when I had two lovely friends visiting from S.F. last weekend, I wanted to show them a good time, but also honor the glorious arrival of fall. After a spin on Saturday morning through the Healdsburg Farmers Market …

On Fish Vases and Seaweed Foraging

You know you work at a unique establishment when you’re ordering a cup of coffee and your next door neighbor offers to buy your cappuccino because out of the corner of her eye she just spotted these new fish vases we put out yesterday and she almost wiped out your whole supply! Indeed, I’ve got fish, and bodies of water more generally, on the brain these days. For the last few weeks, I’ve been honored to conduct outreach for the 2017 Good Food Awards as the co-chair of the newest committee: Preserved Fish. From my first day as an intern there, the curious researcher in me loved going out into markets and scouting new products to investigate, but this iteration of my involvement with the organization has me learning a lot from my colleagues about how we take care of our friends in oceans, rivers, and streams. I’ve also got seaweed on the brain, dried bags of which are pictured in the photo above. Last Thursday I did a crazy thing, which was to set my alarm for 4:30 AM so …

Hiking Around

The calm before the sort of unusual tiny rainstorm last week. I’m no serious backpacker, but I do enjoy a nicely strenuous hike every now and again. As I get to know Sonoma County on foot, I’ve also been enjoying little pit stops here and there, winding drives through tall trees, chatting with the passenger in my car. I’ve got the Sonoma County Trails Challenge on the brain, urging me to just get out there and walk around. For now, these are some of my go-to trails. After work, when I just need some air and movement, I head to the Healdsburg Open Ridge Preserve. It’s a mix of gentle hills, open space, and shaded areas. Nothing crazy, but hits the spot. A few weeks ago, I did Pomo Canyon trail out on the Sonoma Coast with a friend. I’d recommend parking at Shell Beach, walking inland through all the ferns and wildflowers, and then ending back out at the beach for lunchtime. Roll those windows down afterwards for a luxurious drive down Highway 1 past …

On My Addiction to Print Media

I admit, I got a little bit nostalgic when I snapped this picture on the Williamsburg Bridge. Since I moved to Healdsburg a few months ago (well, that clock keeps on ticking, I’ve been here 1/3 of a year somehow, already), I’ve been super content with my small town, restful vibes. I have jazzed to my heart’s content on the Plaza on Tuesday nights and kept the Fitbit active with hikes around Sonoma County. Hooray. So when I went to New York about a month ago for Food Book Fair, I was a bit nervous/excited to break out of my balanced little bubble and re-enter the chaos that is that city. Still, it was for a good cause. I brought a rolling carry on suitcase about 1/3 full because I was planning on returning with lots (I mean, lots) of printed material. Turns out, my worries were unfounded, because I had yes, a very busy, but also highly positive and exciting few days in Brooklyn (I didn’t even make it to Manhattan, oops) for me both …