Bumbling toward self-sufficiency in the wilds of Cape Cod
Before we started building our wood-fired pizza oven, my only experience with concrete came from leaving the cake-batter bowl on the counter overnight. In general, though, I’m pretty careful about soaking used dishes. “Put that in the sink,” I’ll say to Kevin. “If you let it dry it’ll turn to concrete.”
And I suppose cake batter [...]
There are lots of outdoor skills with a very steep learning curve. When it’s come to making sea salt, splitting wood, or starting an outboard motor, I’ve gotten up to speed pretty quickly. Shellfishing’s fairly straightforward, and I went from being a rank novice to a published authority in no time. Even the chickens aren’t that hard.
This [...]
One of my all-time favorite jokes is this one:
Q: What do you get when cross a Mafioso with a deconstructionist?
A: Someone who makes you an offer you can’t understand.
Do you have to be anti-intellectual to think that’s funny? I hope not. It’s just that I’m straightforward to the bone, and wouldn’t know subtext if it [...]
Kevin and I got married some five years ago. Our wedding was as low-key as a wedding can be, just us and our two oldest friends at City Hall on a Tuesday morning. Then a breakfast at the Mercer Kitchen, in Soho, and off to Arizona for five days of golf school.
When we came home [...]
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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