Living in San Diego allows me to push the boundaries of what’s considered “local” produce, and few things excite me more than the Ronde De Bordeaux fig.
Standing in the middle of my orchard in San Diego during late August, the air smells thick with the scent of fermenting sugar. We just pulled 400 pounds
There is a specific moment in late August here in San Diego that I live for. It is that split second when you gently squeeze a ‘Panache’
There is a specific moment in late August, right when the marine layer burns off the San Diego coast, that tells me it is time. I walk out to the orchard
If you have ever stood in the middle of a San Diego July afternoon, feeling the sun beat down on your neck while biting into a fruit that tastes exactly
You might think I’m crazy for growing fruit trees inside my house when I live in San Diego, a place with arguably the best growing climate in the continental United States.
If you have ever stood under a massive canopy of leaves in a San Diego backyard during late August, you know the specific scent I’m talking about.
You know the feeling. You’re standing in the grocery store aisle, staring at a package of Fig Newtons, and a wave of nostalgia hits you.
There is nothing quite like the experience of standing in my orchard here in San Diego, the morning mist still clinging to the hills, and snapping a ripe
Standing in the middle of my orchard in the San Diego backcountry, with the morning marine layer just burning off the hills, I often get asked the same