Last weekend I loaded up my baby carrier with proofed bread dough, some german butter and honey and a dutch oven and biked it all over to a seed bomb workshop in a garden in Silverlake.
The gardeners there built a barrel oven with clay from a vacant lot and on Thursday nights they build a fire and the smell of dinner lures the neighbors down with their cast iron pans.
These garden kids know good food- lemme tell you. I’m sure the restaurants in Beverly Hills will make you something elaborately-plated and dripping in beurre blanc or whatever, but actually the Micheltorena Community Gardeners are blowing all that out of the water for free on Thursday nights.
Here’s the method:
Poke around the garden. Find some stuff that looks ready. Maybe gather an egg or two from the hens. Cook it in cast iron over the fire. BOOM.
It’s likely I’m a lifer around here. When I met The Oven I rescued all of my baking stuff from storage and piled it onto my new shelves along with the mountains of lilliputian serving doodads.