Figuring out first-hand food
There are sights that strike fear into a wife’s heart, and many too many of them involve a truck, a rope, and a tree. This particular incident had been brewing for quite some time. It dates back to our purchase of a relatively large boat, and a commensurately large truck. Together, they pushed the limits [...]
Yesterday we took the new boat for her inaugural sea trial. She did beautifully, which was to be expected since she’s a lovely boat and her previous owner maintained her meticulously. The big test wasn’t when the boat was in the water. It was getting her to the water, into the water, out of the [...]
I’ve always been easy to understand. Your first impression of me is guaranteed to be absolutely accurate simply because I have no way of camouflaging my blunderbuss of a personality. I mean what I say and I say what I mean not because I see any particular virtue in it, but because I am temperamentally [...]
Buying boats is like playing leapfrog. You buy a boat, and you have to buy a truck to pull it. You buy a truck and then, one day, it occurs to you that your truck could pull a bigger boat. You want a bigger boat – you always want a bigger boat – so you [...]
It started in the last week of May, with the Land Rover. We had friends over, and we decided to go to the Four Seas for ice cream after dinner. The Rover, a 1970 model, is our usual ice-cream vehicle, both because we can fit six people in it and because it just seems right [...]
Last week we went to the Cape Cod Organic Gardeners’ annual potluck. I’m surprised they still let us come, since our commitment to organic gardening lasts only until we see bugs in the collard greens, but they don’t seem to hold that against us. One of the members had brought a brochure for a workshop [...]
It was just a couple weeks ago that I was writing an if-the-shoe-fits post about becoming a pick-up truck driver. I decided I was okay with it. Now I’m more okay with it. We’re on Long Island, because Kevin’s family’s annual Christmas party was conveniently scheduled to coincide with the biggest blizzard Long Island has [...]
My mother and brother, between them, can probably quote more of the Western poetry canon than any other two people east of the Mississippi. They are both careful, critical readers, and are congenitally endowed with the kind of memory that puts every word read into permanent storage. I inherited neither the familial affinity for poetry [...]
Tamar Haspel has been writing about food and health for over a decade. She recently moved from Manhattan to Cape Cod. She’s adjusting well. [Read More …]
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