Saturday, May 31, 2014

613: Nantucket Restaurant Week

Oh the difficulty of choice.
It's Restaurant Week June 2-6,
and we like several different restaurants.
Black-eyed Susans of course,
American Seasons, the Chanticleer,
Centre Street Bistro, Queequegs.
Island Kitchen and Kitty Murtagh's for a leisurely lunch.
This island has so many excellent places to eat.

We'll try 29 Fair, a new place which just
opened in the old Woodbox space where 
my parents used to take us for brunch on Sundays.

They still have the teeniest bathroom
and incredibly steep stairs.
Haven't you always wondered what's up there?
Here it is:

A huge bathroom with bookcase and dressing table

A sitting room

A couple of bedrooms, 
this one has a fireplace.

This one a step-down nook.
The rooms are for rent here.

In 1709, when 29 Fair was built,
folk were a lot shorter.

Executive chef, Charles Saillou,
previously of the Summer House,
talks to my fishmonger husband.

Nemesh, the chef on the left,
started as a dishwasher when he first came from Nepal.
Nantucket has so many folk who started at the humblest job
and worked their way to excellence.

I think I'll have the Asparagus Salad
(poached rhubarb, pine nut paste, local greens,
proscuitto, truffle vinaigrette)
and Scottish Salmon
(spring vegetables, saffron beurre blanc, pea shoots).
Caramel Brulee for dessert,
(custard flavored with coconut cassonade sugar, caramel caviar).

I never could resist a brulee.

Monday, May 26, 2014

#612: Sermon Haiku #45: Matthew 13:1-23

Bob Earle spoke the sermon this week,
taking as his text the Parable of the Sower.
It's all about soil
Seed's growth depends on the earth
rich loam or packed path?
Listen, hearing's not enough
Hard hearts won't grow anything
Roots can't penetrate

Looking to Jesus
Miracles and sacrifice--
Crowded out by weeds

Holy Spirit drives
Connection with himself
roots reaching deeper

Pure Godward focus
Joyful multiplication
Bountiful harvest


What kind of soil am I?

Monday, May 19, 2014

#611: Cherry Tree Haiku

In honor of the just ended Hanami season in Japan:
A Haiku.


Cotton candy blooms
Kwanzan cherry explosion
Why are there no bees?


An active beehive
A cherry tree right next door
What's going on here?

Apparently the double blossoms of the Kwanzan cherry,
which smell faintly almondy,
don't attract pollinators.
They don't need to, as Kwanzan cherry trees don't fruit,
they spread by shoots from their shallow roots.
They don't live long, usually 15-25 years.

When this one dies, I'm replacing it with a 
fruiting cherry tree.
Good for the bees and good for pie.



Wednesday, May 14, 2014

#610: The Far Side of Sesachacha Pond

There used to be a wood gate off Polpis Road.
It opened onto a dirt road to Sesachacha Pond.
The gate and most of the road are gone now,
but it's a peaceful 1/2 mile walk.

With a view of Sankaty Light over the marsh

And fox grape buds everywhere,
We'll be sure to come back in the fall to pick grapes.

At road's end there's a path down to the pond.

Perfect for fishing.

Or duck hunting, in season.
the name of this building is
'Duck Wack Shack'

There are bridges across waterways 
from the marshes. Improvised...

And solidly built. 
So many birds in here!
Heard but not seen.

Nature feels the same way about this sign as I do.

Here are the true resident of Sesachacha:
wild oysters,

Ospreys, and the fish they eat.

Garbage in the brush comes from people,

not trees reaching for the moon,

nor deer,

nor the sandpiper who left these delicate prints

Back up the path to home.
Leaving behind Sesachacha as we found it.

It's all yours, sandpiper.

Thursday, May 1, 2014

#609: The Grey Lady strikes again

Is all this grey getting you down?
Rain, rain and more rain?
Even on Daffodil Weekend!
Here's a bit of color to cheer you up:
Let's start with food.
What could be better than a sushi party
when it's grey and rainy?

Caterpillar roll. Raa!

Flowers on the kitchen windowsill.
If one must do dishes,
 at least one can enjoy beauty while doing so.

A bouquet worthy of the flower show.
Brought to me by a friend who came
over for tea. 
I have the sweetest friends.

All color deprived Islanders need a mandevilla.
A showy feast for the eyes.

And a shy orchid.
She was hiding her beauty under her leaves
in the upstairs bathroom.
Surprised by beauty,
it's more precious in all the grey.


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