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Defeated, I call local chef Trey Foshee of George’s at the Cove for help. A big proponent of sustainable farming, Trey bases his menu on what’s local and in season. “It’s spiny lobster season right now,” he tells me. “So for Thanksgiving, a no-brainer would be spiny lobster with uni butter.” Uni, Trey explains, is another name for sea urchin. “I think uni from San Diego is some of the best in the world. You would be challenging the norm to serve it for Thanksgiving dinner if you were going to invite your in-laws, for example. But when it’s fresh, it’s delicious.” He tells me to go to Catalina Offshore Products, which is one of the biggest uni suppliers in the world.

They are located on Lovelock Street, at the dead end of a narrow alley full of warehouses. My nine-month-old son is with me, asleep, so I lug his car seat up the stairs to the building. The office is smaller than I expect, with a few cubicles, a small TV on the wall playing a sushi slideshow, and a fax machine in the corner. A small Asian woman sits at a desk. At first, I think I’m in the wrong place, but after a few minutes, a tall, dark-haired man walks out of the warehouse doors. I explain that I am looking for lobster and uni, and he shakes his head. “You need to order one day in advance,” he says in a French accent. He holds up his hands. “We already are out today.” He introduces himself as Alain Leroy and immediately gives me an uni tutorial. He shows me photos of sea urchins on the walls and tells me how they are cracked open, the long tongues of roe removed carefully, quality graded, and then shipped all over the world. “Come with me,” he says. “I will give you a tour. Leave the baby with Keiko — she has seven kids.”

Keiko Sellers rolls her eyes at Alain, tells me she only has five children, and then smiles at my sleeping son. Already, they have charmed me.

The warehouse is immaculate. Men in white coveralls are hosing the floor, and immense white tanks, the size of small swimming pools, line the room. Alain reaches into one of the tanks and pulls out a shrimp as long as my hand. “You can eat these raw,” he tells me. “It’s like tasting the ocean.” He reaches into another tank and pulls out the biggest lobster I have ever seen. Its body twists in Alain’s hand, and its legs scurry through the air.

“If I bought one of these,” I begin, “would you clean it for me?”

“No. You have to do it yourself.” Alain grins and then shrugs. “Some people, they freeze the lobster first to put them to sleep. But me, I am cruel. I just drop it into a steaming pot and quick, put on the lid.” I must wince because he adds, “But I don’t recommend it for a date. The women, they go, ‘Eeww.’ ” Alain gives a little shriek and waves his hands by his head. I know exactly what he means.

Despite the fact that I need to do some serious research on how to prepare a lobster, I place my order and drive away feeling my spirits lift. Where else can you get lobster and free babysitting?

What worries me a little is where I am going to get the butter. According to the San Diego Farm Bureau, there are only five working dairies in San Diego County. Only four have working phone numbers, and only one calls me back: Dave van Ommering of Van Ommering Dairy and Pumpkin Patch in Lakeside. He tells me they have over 200 cows on their farm, but their milk is shipped to a co-op out in Artesia. “Our goal is to have a creamery someday on the farm, but with the dairy industry losing money for eight years straight, we’re just treading water right now.” He says he and his wife Brenda are lucky to have what they do. “You’d be crazy to start a dairy in San Diego now. The regulations make it impossible.” He adds that Hollandia Dairy has a creamery in San Diego County, but their cows are out in the Imperial Valley.

This isn’t my only dilemma. In addition to lobster, my menu includes pumpkin soup, roasted root vegetables, mashed potatoes, and applesauce — all found in abundance in San Diego County. What’s tripping me up is that I need to make these dishes without salt, pepper, sugar, and wheat (so no pie — pumpkin or apple — which might just cause my husband to find himself a girlfriend for the holidays). I have already tried (and failed) to make my own cornmeal from dried-out local corn, so there goes my hope for stuffing. And since there is virtually no dairy industry in San Diego, I have to abandon my plan of serving homemade ice cream for dessert. Honestly, I didn’t think it would be quite this hard. Is it so wrong to want my house to smell like pumpkin pie on Thanksgiving?

For the time being, I try to console myself with vegetables and head out to Seabreeze Organic Farm in Del Mar. According to the directions, the farm is right off Carmel Valley Road, past Changes Plastic Surgery and Ruth’s Chris Steakhouse. Predictably, a Beemer is on my tail as I turn onto Arroyo Sorrento past a set of McMansions and then up the steepest, narrowest hill I have seen since moving from San Francisco.

As I crest the hill, I gasp at the sea of tract homes spread out below. And yet, right in front of me is most definitely a farm, balancing precariously on the side of the hill. I drive through an open gate and a corgi trots out to meet me, while a flock of chickens spring out from a hill of flowers. I start walking to a fence, and a white turkey wanders over, his red wattle swaying. I have already been told — in no uncertain terms — that these birds are not for eating, and as if reading my mind, the turkey glares at me.

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Altius Nov. 24, 2009 @ 4:11 p.m.

Thank you, "Various writers" for your takes on Thanksgiving.

It's kind of sad to read how little of a true Thanksgiving feast originates in San Diego County. But I guess that's the point. We're all celebrating a feast based on New England foodstuffs. San Diego food SHOULD be different. Still, you'd think we could get bread from locally-grown grain. Then again, it hasn't rained here in eight months -- not ideal grain growing conditions.

John Brizzolara, your piece was touching. We all really need to start with gratitude for the most basic things: shelter, clothing, the ability to draw breath. It's hard to feel sorry for yourself when you're feeling grateful.


David Dodd Nov. 24, 2009 @ 4:36 p.m.

While I'm partial to Brizzolara's style, I enjoyed the comparative nature of the different narratives. Grimm's conventionality, Lickona's slant on obedience, Barb's rebellious nature, and so on. A few weeks back, you guys took a couple of consecutive issues printing out a combination of stringer stories and blog entries/comments. If you could have focused that like you focused this, it would have been a smash hit.

I have a suggestion, based on all of this, but you'll have to act fast. Invite your bloggers and commentors and stringers to submit, say, three hundred words about Christmas, along with the staff. Pay any of the contributors, say, 30 or 40 dollars so it comes out similar to what you pay for a cover story. If you can put it together right, it would make for a wonderful read in the differences and similarites in how or why we celebrate Christmas.


Fred Williams Nov. 24, 2009 @ 7:46 p.m.

Don Bauder is funny...but the kind of funny that makes you grit your teeth.

Gringo's idea is interesting. Though it sounds like a lot of work for the editor.

Altus, only if you believe in rain dances would you think growing grain in San Diego is a good idea...oh wait, you're a Creationist so you probably do believe in divine intervention upon request to change the weather.

Silly me. Never mind...


David Dodd Nov. 24, 2009 @ 8:03 p.m.

Fred, I think the key is in simply accepting the right stories. They should, for the most part, be different. A bunch of people are probably going to write in with, "We get up and open our presents and then mom cooks the Christmas ham and then we say grace...".

You take one or at the most two of those, and then throw in the, "First, at midnight, we all get naked and dance on the roof, shouting out the names of the reindeer while waving torches at the moon...".

Buffer that with some of the other neat and crazy stuff. I have absolutely no doubt that Christmas celebrations are so much more different than traditional Thanksgiving one's. My own habits have changed very much, I combine my mother's traditional Christmas Eve with my wife's traditional Mexican Christmas, and I cook a HUGE meal for Christmas evening and invite people without family to participate.

I would love to read about what other people do.


Fred Williams Nov. 24, 2009 @ 8:31 p.m.

GringroRefrito...we have been accused elsewhere of using a translation engine to write in tongues.

Can you prove them wrong? Jak je tradični vanoční večeře? Ktera jidlo? A od chud je mama tvuj - jestě žije? Omlouvam že čestina psani je uplne hovno, ale jsem blb, Amik že vubec nemluvil ani slovo před je mi byl 23 let.


rickeysays Nov. 25, 2009 @ 5:08 p.m.

Pamela you're a well-intentioned idiot. You burned up more gas trying to buy local then you would have been responsible for the consumption of if you'd just gone to the store. Look up two basic economic principles: economies of scale, and comparative advantage. They both apply to what you're trying to do.


David Dodd Nov. 25, 2009 @ 5:36 p.m.

Ricky, according to the story, Pamela drives a hybrid. While your statement concerning economics is certainly valid, it doesn't seem that Pamela over-harmed the environment attempting to deliver a home-grown Thanksgiving spread.


rickeysays Nov. 26, 2009 @ 1:14 a.m.

So she wasted less gas than she would have otherwise. It still illustrates the goofy decisions the "environmentally conscious" sometimes make in the name of saving the planet. I gave her credit for good intentions. But sometimes a little more thought, maybe spiced with a little more knowledge, is called for.


David Dodd Nov. 26, 2009 @ 1:21 a.m.

Fair enough, rickey. When you live in what's basically a desert, it's a little tough to expect that butter is readily available, home grown. But I do admire the spirit of the attempt.


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