Photo by Ashwin Balakrishnan
Because some weekends you catch a film or make a nice bowl of soup, and other weekends you walk 32 miles with a table strapped to your back to eat dinner on a traffic island under the I-5. A piece for Gourmet.
postscript: Pretty much any writer would find herself constrained by word count considerations when attempting to relay the minutiae of a 32-mile pedestrian odyssey. I’d like to add that though this journey was fraught with danger, the vision itself—walking through a vehicle-dominated landscape; bonding with strangers by foraging for food; creating a meaningful vignette around a dinner table—is one I find fascinating, which I hope was conveyed by the piece.