My Week in Santa Barbara
In just a few hours, I will step back onto the big silver bird and head back home. My week in Santa Barbara sharing the craft of crust has been wonderful. I have connected with old friends, and made new friends, too. Walking around my town is so nostalgic for me. The names on the businesses have changed, but I still call them by the ones I grew up with, and so does my host Laura, who I have known since I was thirteen. She understands when I say, “It’s next to Trenwith’s”, or “It’s just up from Ott’s.” If you grew up here, you’ll know what I’m talking about, too. Yes, I saw the heart breaking and unbelieveable destruction caused by the fire and flood. No photos will ever come close to the feeling of the devastation that I saw. But, the soft air, and scent of night blooming jasmine, wash over me and I still found memories around every corner. This is the town of my parents, and grandparents. I am so blessed to have grown up here.
Over the week, seventeen pies, a half a dozen pie pops, and countless Little Tasties were baked in Laura’s trusty oven. Along with their just baked pies, twelve new Art of the Pie graduates left with pie skills, and left me with snippets of their own stories and pie history. Here are a few glimpses of my week.