Introduction,
or L is for Love
I
once bought a bag of granola in California made with lavender and love. There were other ingredients
listed on the package but “love” came first. I consumed the granola while
standing on the banks of Tomales Bay. It didn’t taste like love.
It tasted more like going to a fancy party where, because the light isn’t so
great in
the bathroom, you eat dried flowers by mistake.
I
am here to tell you, there is such a thing as too much lavender. Love, on the
other hand, that’s a whole other bag of granola.