11.11.14

Here I thought I was Ms. Brussels Sprouts. I roasted them, I braised them, I sauteed them, I stir-fried them. Honestly, I was nothing short of a Brussels sprout cheerleader, enthusiastically embracing this cute little brassica that bore the unfortunate burden of a dark past. Once the soggy poster boy for horrid prep-school cuisine, cooked to death by a fateful dunk in a cauldron of boiling water, now the little vegetable was finally caramelizing its way to a sweet and crispy new life.

Susie Middleton

11.11.14

When Roy was first courting me, he took me blueberry picking. One day he came bouncing down the rocky road to my Waldron’s Bottom rental in a beaten-up boat of a green Volvo that he’d bought off an Islander who’d bought it off another who’d bought it off another. I think that car basically lived in the Alley’s parking lot with a For Sale sign on it. It was the perfect cruiser. With the windows rolled all the way down and the hot sun dancing around the Hula girl attached to the dashboard, Roy ferried me off to his secret stand of blueberry bushes.

Susie Middleton

10.10.14

August is a fading memory and, mercifully, so is all of the frenetic activity of summer that went by whiplash-fast. Now the flaming hues of autumn paint empty up-Island roads and wild grapes scent the air. Parking spaces can be found on Circuit Avenue. Even the end-of-season sales are winding down. And yet the pumpkin patch is jumping at Morning Glory Farm and the corn maze continues to beckon. The last gleanings of the farms still entice. It’s potluck season – good thing; there’s been enough of a respite from preparing summer meals for house guests that cooking is a pleasure again.

Jessica B. Harris

10.10.14

Somewhere during the hundred-forty days in a row that Catherine Walthers served her family kale, her husband piped up to say, “We should call this book One Thousand Ways to Hide Kale.” Truth be told, in some of the recipes in Kale Glorious Kale, the hearty vegetable du jour makes a cameo appearance: 1/8th of an ounce of juice in a six ounce Kale Mary cocktail comes to mind. But the point isn’t to hide the vegetable, Walters says; it’s to show its

10.10.14

French fingerlings – say that fast five times. I mean, who wouldn’t want to eat a potato that sounds so frolicky and flirtatious? Not that any potato really needs a P.R. campaign. But there is a certain mystique surrounding the lovely fingerling, so I am here to part the curtains and reveal the secrets of this charming tuber.

Susie Middleton

10.01.14

In the 1950s, eating fresh, local food wasn't a fad. It was a necessity.

Shirley Mayhew

09.01.14

This year we are growing pumpkins in the old piggery (by accident) and butternut squash in an old chicken yard (on purpose). I will spare you the explicit details on how and why these particular cucurbits are so happy and healthy, but let’s just say squash likes fertile soil. 

Susie Middleton

09.01.14

So what if they lost to Germany this year. Brazilians, those from the land of futebol, carnival, and samba, have firmly established themselves on the Vineyard. The evidence is everywhere, from a selection of Portuguese books at the Oak Bluffs library to bilingual signs and ATMs. The birth announcements in the Vineyard Gazette speak of Manoels and Marias. In addition to several designated churches, there is a Portuguese Mass at Our Lady Star of the Sea.

Jessica B. Harris

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