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Sunday, September 15, 2019
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  • Last winter in Florida I accompanied a friend as she took her trash and recycling to the neighborhood bins. I watched in stunned horror as she pulled an unrinsed jar of marinara sauce from her bag and deposited it in the glass recycling ...
  • With frost warnings beginning for northern Maine, the race is on to get the harvest in and put away for winter. This is the time of year I belabor one of my favorite food preserving dictums: Don’t just freeze garden vegetables; freeze meals ...
  • Home & Garden: Must-Have Accessories for the Woodstove
    Driving about this week I’ve seen some maples with a blush on their leaves, and the breezes carry the faint scent of ripening apples. It’s that time of year, when a mash-up of garden harvest and wood-related chores confirms that it ...
  • Blue skies and blueberries. That pretty much says it all about the best of summer in Maine. We’ve had a lengthy stretch of blue skies recently, and wild blueberry vendors can be found roadside up and down Route 1, from Portland to Belfast. ...
  • Although it pains me to acknowledge it, high summer is on its slow slide into late summer. A faint blush appears on green apples, bright spikes of goldenrod and tansy glow along the roadsides, and uncut fields are as tawny as lion ...
  • Leave your garden behind for a week of vacation and you never know what you’ll find upon returning: rabbits could have nibbled the lettuces, a bear breached the electric fence, or gusting winds blown over corn plants. None of the above ...
  • One of the joys of walking a dog in summer is ambling along through the succession of wildflowers that bloom along the roadside. Lupines start the show in spring, with black-eyed Susans and daisies giving way to Queen Anne’s lace ...
  • We ate the last of our root-cellared potatoes a week ago. You have to be intrepid (or very cheap) to want a potato so badly that you’d plunge an arm into a box filled with a tangle of white, hairy sprouts to retrieve the underlying goodies ...
  • We are plagued by mice. Living in a 175-year-old house, with a fieldstone foundation, additions that attached themselves higgledy-piggledy to one another with gaps where they join, and hand-hewn beams and joists whose irregular sizes ...
  • Pie is unquestionably the most popular of desserts. You never hear anyone say “as American as apple cake,” after all. But it does seems that in the warmer summer months, cake makes a comeback. Sheet cakes star at big family ...
  • On June 16, the justly celebrated chef, author and food critic Molly O’Neill died. She was 66 and died of liver cancer. It was typical of her sense of humor and ability to make any life experience into a great story that at her death she was ...
  • After a week away from home, I’ve returned to a garden that is more promising than when I left, yet still well behind other years. I think that if I’d waited until now to plant, when soil and daytime temperatures have warmed, everything ...
  • Sharing a garden always means compromise. My partner and I come close to fisticuffs right there in between the rows, each of us certain our method of (choose one) weeding, hoeing, seeding or building a raised bed is the only correct ...
  • I’ve read that, post nuclear holocaust, the only survivors will be cockroaches. I believe that not only is this possible, but they will probably be joined by insects of all kinds, to judge by the total dominion that blackflies, mosquitoes and ticks ...
  • Over the course of the last two damp and rainy weeks, rhubarb has slowly, painfully inched its way up into harvestable stalks, finally taking its rightful place among the bounties of spring: dandelions, fiddleheads, ramps and asparagus ...
  • Fiddleheads, that fleeting spring delicacy, were in evidence everywhere last week, with foragers gathering them in ditches and on the banks of brooks and markets selling them by the pound. While I like the idea of fiddleheads ...
  • I’m sitting across the kitchen island from my youngest daughter when she slides some small charcoal-black lumps over to me. “Try it,” she says. “It’s black garlic.” I nibble a clove. It’s darkly sweet, like a dried fig or licorice, slightly tart ...
  • We met up with spring somewhere in Virginia, as we headed north from subtropical southwest Florida and up through the Blue Ridge Mountains, where the trees were fully leafed out last week, dogwood and redbud in glorious bloom....
  • Winter’s glacial snow and ice have finally receded, leaving lawns looking weary and bedraggled. It’s tempting to run out and grab a rake to begin tidying up, but patience is in order here. Whenever possible, you should stay off the lawn ...
  • In the holiday triumvirate of Thanksgiving, Christmas and Easter, it’s Easter that most lends itself to brunch. It can easily follow church services or an Easter Egg hunt and will end early enough to let you poke around in the yard, looking for ...
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