Strawberry Picking on Nantucket
I never get tired of picking fresh strawberries in June. And there’s almost no place better to do it than at Bartlett’s Farm on Nantucket. The setting is picture perfect, and the berries are delicious. Natch. After having picked strawberries on the North Fork of Long Island, I found Bartlett’s stash to be ultra plentiful in terms of how many untouched and un-smushed berries were gently dangling from their vines. I suppose that has to do with the fact that fewer people visit Bartlett’s than stop by road side strawberry picking spots on the North Fork....
Read MoreArriving on Nantucket
It is difficult to describe the anticipation attached to arriving on Nantucket at the beginning of the summer. When the ferry pulls into the harbor, there is a feeling of jubilation comes over me. Just knowing there are so many adventures that lie ahead is enough to make me tingle just a bit. The food – homemade ice cream from The Juice Bar, fresh grilled swordfish and halibut, freshly bakes bread, delicious veggie sandwiches from Something Natural, cooked and cracked lobsters from Sayle’s, bacon burgers from Cowboy’s, cod cakes I’ll make myself as home…...
Read MoreHusking Corn on the Perch
We wait for it all year. The off-season, grocery store variety just doesn’t cut it. When corn season rolls around, it always feels like Christmas in July. It’s easy to see what sets the fresh stuff apart. The ears are firm. They’re sweetly scented and when you pull the husk back for a closer inspection, the golden or sometimes white kernels sparkle and gleam like little gems of the earth. When it comes to corn on the cob, it must be said that I’m a bit of a snob. There is nothing like fresh, local, summer corn. It’s a delicacy that only sticks...
Read MoreA Pet Turtle for Owen: Part III
Fast forward two days. I am folding laundry in my bedroom. Owen arrives home from school and quickly races upstairs to take the turtle out of the tank. I hear him remove the lid and then quickly scamper back down the stairs. Suddenly, the room becomes filled with the most pungent, God-awful, stomach-turning stench you can imagine. If you’ve ever walked into a barn full of cows or stood outside a busy Manhattan restaurant near the garbage cans in August, you might be able to begin to understand what this smell was like. Except that the stink that was permeating the entire second...
Read MoreA Pet Turtle for Owen: Part II
The next thing that is critical to understand about a pet turtle (or at least a Red Eared Slider) is that they really need a filter. Upon making a trip to my local pet mega-store, I was told that Red Eared Sliders “poop a lot” and that the tank water can become dirty pretty quickly without a decent filter. This fact became evident after the turtle lived in a filter-free tank for about 72 hours. It was becoming difficult to believe that I was single-handedly responsible for the murky broth of a turtle toilet that was now situated in the corner of Owen and his brother Jack’s...
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