Since moving back to Los Angeles, I've felt that I have in a way lost the person I became in Northern California. In Davis, I found my passion, found life long friends, and really came into my own. I drank great wine and ate amazing food, with the most amazing people. Tried cheeses that I will never try ever again (because they taste like butt), or tasted pairings that inspired me for weeks. It was my own pleasant-ville. I found myself baking and cooking almost every night. My large kitchen enabled me to experiment to my hearts desire. I not only fell in love with wine at work, but I also realized my love for cooking. Lots of my previous posts were inspired by the newest bottle I was able to bring home, and the meal I made for it. I was constantly learning, experimenting, and tasting new things almost everyday. So now, in Los Angeles, not only am I missing my friends back in Davis, the seasons, the city, but I miss how colorful and full of flavor and taste my life was as well. And that's why tonight is so special. I feel that same spark. When I took a sip of my Mohua Sauv blanc, and inhaled the garlic cauliflower rice that was on the stove; I was taken back.
So as for the title of this post. No, I have not found wine in Los Angeles, at least not yet. But I am finding that the person I was in Davis again, slowly; and in a studio apartment, with the smallest kitchen imaginable. But I have a wine rack, and my books. So it's a start.