People get passionate about food and plants. Some of my best friends are people I know through those shared passions.
Yesterday I got to meet Miriam for the first time…but it didn’t feel that way. It felt like a reunion with an old friend. Miriam and I met for the first time online via a wild edible plants group, and then a wild homemade wines group I started, over a decade ago. We’ve shared recipes, foraging tips, mailed each other packages of dried herbs and other gifts, and spoken on the phone. But this was the first time we’d met face-to-face.
Her greatest gift to me was how she really saw what I’d done with the garden and the kitchen (which is also my living room and dining room). I introduced her to the place plant by plant, and she knew what they were and what they were for, and that was a blessing. Nice to have someone recognize what I’ve done with my urban homestead.
While I was showing Miriam the place, I got to mention Ellen, whose botanical photographs grace my walls and who wrote the foreword for my first book. Miriam and Ellen are both on that homemade wine list I started, and so know of each other.
Even though we both live in NYC, Ellen and I have scheduled our next dinner date for next month because we’re both that busy. But Ellen is still, despite the long gaps between our meet ups, one of my best foraging buddies. There has to be someone I can text the excitement of a great foraging find to, and that would be Ellen.
Kat, like Miriam, was initially an online acquaintance. We’ve met in person twice now, once when I stayed at her place in France and again when she visited me in Switzerland last year. Like Miriam and Ellen, she’s wild edible and medicinal plant savvy and can talk about what’s for dinner while she’s cooking lunch (so can I, in case you were wondering).
Meg is a new friend, initially met via Twitter. She is an expert beekeeper, a backyard chicken raiser, and a terrific person all around. Today I started harvesting the red currants in my garden. I set aside one pint of my ripe, de-stemmed, frozen currants to trade with Meg for some of her honey in a previously arranged barter.
Cheers, fellow homesteaders and foragers! I lift this glass of elderflower champagne to you.