My Vineyard
All summer long my father smells of salt drying. The sweaty son of a gym teacher from Queens, his blue and red terrycloth wrist bands litter the line like fireworks amongst the clouds of tennis whites in my parents’ back yard. …
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A Well-Seasoned Skillet
A Cook's Notebook
By Ali Berlow
“A cast iron skillet needs a good seasoning before it can really fly.” At least Mariah said so and she was the reigning skillet toss champion from Martha’s Vineyard. She first learned that she had a penchant for the throw a …
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Up From the Bottom
By Kate Athearn
I broke a dozen eggs this morning, and immediately commenced swearing at myself. It was such a rookie mistake, setting the basket on the edge of the sink like that. Something I know enough not to do, and yet… There I …
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Adventures in Beekeeping
While working in our garden last summer, we were delighted to observe the many honey bees busy pollinating our flowers. These remarkable insects are no longer than your fingernail, yet they are essential for agricultural produce, and in effect, the survival …
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Clarity
A Cook's Notebook
By Ali Berlow
I’d been driving since pre-dawn at an average speed of 72 mph heading west on I-90. My traveling companion, Zelda, a fifteen-year-old spaniel and I were on our way to a funeral in Cleveland. Passing the hours by the whir of …
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Community By Fire
Features
By burning wood and kneading dough, Juli Vanderhoop bakes bread.
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A Constellation of Goat Lovers
Features
All around the Island, people keep goats for milk and laughter, too
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My Vineyard
Janet Messineo has been a professional taxidermist since ’87, specializing in saltwater fish.
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The Growing Season
At the Table
By Ali Berlow
The growing season spills across the Vineyard like Technicolor ignites the screen when Dorothy wakes up in the Land of Oz. Just as disorienting, it’s like emerging from a dark movie theater on a sunny afternoon. Squinting until we can open …
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