HiPster Park

I live in an awesomely ghetto town.

In a nutshell, Highland Park is one of Los Angeles' oldest neighborhoods. Originally established as an artist colony, it has a rich history within the art world. Over the years, with the emergence of neighborhoods to the west, Highland Park began to lose it's luster. The Avenues gang came in and took over and it was not necessarily the kind of place you wanted to raise your kids in. In fact, my neighbor's son was killed in front of their house when he was a teenager in the 80s. Being the tough old broad that she is, she refused to move.

When home prices were soaring in the rest of LA, some of us brave souls decided to take on Highland Park because of the history and home prices. With it we've gotten the good, and the bad, but all together is what makes it HP. Inevitably, home prices went up in Highland Park too, and so did the hipster population. I guess they liked it because it gave them something to complain about and art all at the same time. I kid, I kid - I like the hipsters..mostly. We've seen some great things happen in our neighborhood and it's only a matter of time before this place gets the recognition is truly deserves. All in all, the neighborhood is pretty rad. Where else can you get tacos right off a truck, while looking at some of the most prominent artists of our day, at the same time, and amongst some of the oldest craftsman homes in the city?

What does this have to do with baking is probably what you're asking right about now. Well, who doesn't like a good cookie? Gangster and hipster alike can appreciate how something delicious feels in your belly. So for the neighborhood block party, an HP cookie seemed all too appropriate. So we all can agree on one thing, and that's a start. What's next?