Friday, July 1, 2011

Pickled field garlic

I love watching this water. No matter where I am in the world, I will remember this constant motion, this old, slow method of moving from one place to another place in a city that likes to move fast.

On the lawn sloping down to the water at Pier One, we ate our April-pickled field garlic. Not in brine for long, it has a volatile punch of pure garlic but remains faintly sweet. A slice of Stinky's wonderful duck rillettes and some ham washed the pickles down perfectly. A family was snacking on the blueberries planted above the swampy part of the park - most of them are still green. The blueberries, not the family.

Today we plant a garden in Park Slope. And tomorrow we hoof it to Pennsylvania, with boerewors in our luggage, for a Fourth of July in the woods, near a cold, clean lake, with swimming, and foraging and cooking, and friends. Until next week posts may be sporadic. Or not.

Enjoy this most American of weekends...


  1. Have a wonderful holiday!

  2. What is it about water that is so hypnotic? I could watch it and listen for literally hours without ever being bored.

    Have a wonderful weekend in the woods!


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