Thursday, June 28, 2012

#405: Garlic Scape Pesto

Garlic scapes  are God's doodles.
Who am I to neglect such a wonder?

There is a theory that removing the scapes 
will make larger heads at harvest.
I did so on half our garlic and will have
a comparison for you in a couple of weeks.

take off the flowering head and chop the scape stem
into 1/2" pieces.
Add an equal amount of olive oil and parmesan cheese.
You can add pine nuts too.
I don't as I freeze leftovers to add to winter soups.

Chop. Smell. Mmmm.

 Leave it kinda chunky.

 Add to whole-grain pasta or new potatoes.
Top with roasted walnuts and more parmesan.
Add some pan-fried zucchini and dinner's on the table.

A garlic doodle against a summer sky

Saturday, June 23, 2012

#404: Baby Bear's Chair

Creativity is a group effort.
First, there was the silkworm.
Then the fabric designer.
Then the woman at the loom.

Then the necktie maker, handstitching on the bias.

Then the businessman's kids,
selecting just the right one for Father's Day.

Then the businessman's wife,
sneaking his old clothes out of the house,
because he never gets rid of anything.

Then the Take-it-or-Leave-it pile at the dump,
where my spy spots it and saves it out for me.

Then I weave it into one of my chairs.
See the little whale?
There's always a bit of Nantucket in the weave.

I don't know who made the chair frame.
I bought it at the Consignment Shop then replaced
the worn-out Shaker tape.

The creative effort of many silkworms, 
dozens of folk, one tree,
and Jesus, through whom all things were created.
  What a joy to be part of the process.

Friday, June 22, 2012

#403: Gone Fishin'

This is embarrassing to admit but
I have never learned to fish in the surf.
Why learn to fish when I'm married to a fishmonger?
Whenever David went fishing with the kids I'd just
go along and take pictures.
Not this time,
my summer begins with a fishing lesson.

First, David puts the squid on the hook.
If you ever come to our house,
you will find squid in the freezer,
ready to be bait.

Note how close the sun is to the horizon.
Apparently fisherfolk are early risers.
That's fine by me as I'm naturally perky 
in the morning.
This is a trial to my children.

Now for casting and waiting.
There are no pictures of me casting as David 
needed to keep an eye out for my hook.

Then more waiting. And more waiting.
Some talking and taking of 
artsy pictures.

I love the sparkle of receding waves.

Wait! Dave's got something!

Reeling in.

Unhooking the hook.

It's a 24" Striped bass. 
Isn't she beautiful?

Hold her in the wash before releasing,
then let her go.
Swim away fish,
and thanks for letting us admire you.

I caught one more picture,
Sankaty Light,
before heading home.

Tuesday, June 19, 2012

#402: Moors End Farm, help

In any garden there is the inevitable fail.
the chickens get into the corn,
someone forgets to reapply the diatomaceous earth
after watering,
the cats dig up the herb bed.
Fortunately, Moors End Farm has replacements.

Of just about everything:
First of all, whatever the deer ate.
With over 2000 sq feet of garden,
they're bound to get at something.
This year it was the Jerusalem Artichokes.

They also have sunflowers and basil to replace those
the earwigs chewed.

And impatiens, also a favorite of earwigs.

And every color of viola for the 
Glidden's Island Seafood porch.

Peeking in the greenhouse,
I don't dare go in,
we have enough for this trip.

Wednesday, June 13, 2012

#401: Seafood, come and get it

The Ruthie B is in:
Nantucket's own dragger

Captain Bill handing up lobster from the hold.

David checking the product


Greysole, underside 



Filling the totes

Sorting the lobster.
You should see the jumbos...

We're ready to serve.
To get it any fresher,
you'd have to catch it yourself.

Tuesday, June 12, 2012

#400: Main Street Fog

Early morning mist, so peaceful.
The fountain at Lt. Max Wagner Square,
he died in Manila during the Spanish-American war.
The fountain no longer flows as this square is usually filled
with cars and people rushing to relax.
Isn't it restful in the fog?
The Nantucket Garden Club keeps it full of flowers.

An empty weight scale,
ready for the big one.

Silvery sun reflected by still waters.

The old power company property. 
The current plan is to use it for parking.
I kinda like it the way it is.

In the quiet and the mist,
I can hear His voice.
When I stop, 
and listen.

Saturday, June 9, 2012

#399: Island Friends

Here's a day in the life of my 14 year old
and one of her friends:
It's a Saturday, so yard sales first.

This is Mr. Ozias, retired 'Sconset postmaster.
He can always be found on the yard sale circuit.
He knows Jesus and loves to talk about Him.
The girls didn't find anything this time out
but there's always next week...

Next, to town, to return books and sit in the elephant's lap
 in the Weezie Children's Library.

Then to the Farmer's Market,
first to try Bagel Chips from Petticoat Row Bakery

then to admire the jewelry and flip flops at
Raven's Revenge.
I bought some shampoo bars from Chris Kardell,
maker of Drift Away Soap.

Last stop in town:
Juice Bar for ice cream.
$4.50 each. Ouch.

The dress my daughter is wearing actually
belongs to her friend.
Because friends share everything...
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