On vacation in Los Angeles, I got into a conversation with a stranger at a party about my recent move from Southern California — where I had spent the majority of my life — to New Orleans. Not surprisingly, we were talking about the food. "It's really different from here," I said.
"No kidding," he said. "It's got flavor." He was a transplant from Texas.
"Yeah ... but I miss California vegetables."
"Oh," He looked blank. "I guess."