Altadena, the "New" Epicure Epicenter?

Local backyard farms and ranches have existed for years in these parts. It’s just now, everyone seems to know about it.



Excuse me, while I work on this hayseed. It's stuck between a rock and molar. Anyone got a penknife? A long fingernail will do ...

Is it funny or irritating that the media from outside Altadena are so jaw-droppingly dumbfounded to find we’re actually engaged in activities that coincide with a trendy movement?

“How can it be,” they gasp, “when Altadena is miles away from Silverlake!”

Yeah, well, we may not be Silverlake, but we're not exactly Moose Jaw, Saskatchewan, either. (Not to cast aspersions on Moose Jaw, for all I know they may also raise their own chickens.)

Of course, the root of the problem is that those Altadenans who have always grown their own produce and hatched their own eggs never took the time to coin a word for it. More on Patch.

And my ever so sophisticated neighbor, Restless Chef, has a few words on the matter.