Bumbling toward self-sufficiency in the wilds of Cape Cod
The government’s got a lot to say about hunting and fishing. I have what’s called a sporting license, a Massachusetts license that covers both hunting and freshwater fishing. I also have a federally issued saltwater fishing permit, a state lobster license, and a shellfishing permit from the town of Barnstable. Oh, and a Massachusetts license [...]
So, last night I’m slaving over a hot stove after a long day lobstering and fishing. Kevin opens the wine, and pours two glasses. I think he’s going to sit down and talk to me as I cook, but he doesn’t. Instead, he goes outside so he can share his glass of wine with a [...]
When we lived in New York, drought was an abstract concept. I understood that, for people across large swaths of the world, it meant a serious threat to lives and livelihoods, but for us it meant that the weather was nice and that we didn’t flush the toilet. Now, though, I’m getting just the faintest [...]
More accurately, it should be “Moron canning,” in light of the fact that, before I start my next canning rant, I’m going to tell you the story of my crabapple jelly.
It began weeks ago, when Kevin and I were invited to dinner at the home of our friends Julie and Greg. We had just turned [...]
It’s time to have a frank discussion about canning.
As all of us north of the equator are feeling fall’s first vibes, visions of beautiful rows of preserved garden bounty are preoccupying anyone with a tomato plant and a mason jar. Who doesn’t love the idea of a pantry full of jams and jellies, pickles and [...]
A week and a half ago, when I wrote about our efforts to keep our turkeys confined to their pen during the day and their treehouse at night, I was leaning toward just letting them run free, trusting that a regular food supply would keep them coming back, and their two months with us would [...]
If you’ve ever read anything about bluefish fishing, you’ll know that every single fishing authority, either legitimate or self-styled, professional or amateur, says that it’s critical to bleed a bluefish. You have to do this immediately, while the fish is still alive. If you don’t, they all say, your bluefish will taste fishy and nasty.
But [...]
Look to your right. You’ll see a little box that says “Experience local. Cape-wide food & farming events.” It’s the very first Starving off the Land advertisement, and I want to tell you a little bit about it.
I’d considered whether or not I wanted to take advertising, but I hadn’t gotten past the consideration stage [...]
Yesterday morning I made the rounds, delivering packages of our home-caught, home-smoked bluefish to some of our friends. Three stops: Amanda, Doug and Dianne, Al and Christl.
I was feeling all salty and heroic, bestowing little bags of beautiful peppered fillets on a few of our favorite people. Hah! The tables were turned. Here’s a list [...]
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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