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Lavender Fields Forever

Sometimes it’s a “Yippee!,” sometimes a “Woo Hoo!,” sometimes a little scream, sometimes a big scream, sometimes it’s just an “Oh Hun” delivered in a teasing, three-syllable lilt, but each time it’s filled with the joy of discovery.  I’ve heard these exultations while hunting morel mushrooms in the woods outside of McCall, Idaho, and in…

Firewood Lumberjack

For five years I’ve been waiting.  Every winter at least one violent wind storm rips in from the ocean and tosses our trees around like a bully in a school yard.  While these storms rage, I sit comfortably next to our warm wood stove and look out our picture window upon a petulant Mother Nature,…

Blacktails Aplenty

I braked suddenly early this morning at the blind corner on the private lane winding through our hill-and-valley, rural neighborhood.  Locked in rigid indecision, staring fearfully, eight feet from my front bumper, stood a small spotted fawn.  Though my countenance behind the wheel must have reflected some of the joy I feel upon encounters like…

There’s a Broiler Chicken in My Soup

              No doubt, like me, you are still reeling from the news of July 14, 2010, reporting that incontrovertible evidence had been found to solve the ancient mystery of which came first, the chicken or the egg.  As you probably already know, on that day researchers from Great Britain…

Razor Clam Fry and Fritters

Razor clams seem to be made from the very best ingredients in the ocean.  They taste fresh and clean, like any great seafood, but also buttery and rich with their own unique flavor that invariably causes people to close their eyes, tilt their heads back slightly, and moan softly while chewing.   I love crab and…

We Really Dig Clams

George’s boat hit the water at the end of the boat ramp at Netarts Bay just before 6:30 on the second morning of our clamming adventure.  We had arrived over an hour ahead of low tide, which, for the second day in a row, was predicted to be one of the year’s lowest on the…

The Razor’s Edge of the Ocean

By 5:30 that morning we had already driven two hours up the coast from Pacific City to Seaside, Oregon, and were parked on Del Ray Beach at the high tide line.  The sun hadn’t yet broken above the eastern horizon, but dawn was definitely upon us and we were right on time.  I pulled on…

Raiders of the Lost Corn

We’ve been infiltrated by sneaky corn lovers.  Who doesn’t like corn on the cob picked, shucked, and boiled only minutes before being served alongside a juicy slab of barbequed salmon filet and a Caesar salad.  Corn is a fixture in our gardens every year.  We work hard to grow corn to create dinners like the…