Wednesday, September 3, 2014

Wilder Pictures: What to Do with Summer Vegetables (and) Harvesting Lavender

I came home from the farmers’ market the other day and was struck by the shapes of the fruits and vegetables my mom and I had hunted and gathered. They were full—the flesh of the tomatoes was pushing against their skins so much that they cracked from the strain. The blueberries were their adorable little orbed selves, and the Lion’s Mane mushrooms fuzzed out in fungular glory. So, as one does (if one is me), I brought them out to the porch and took photographs of them (more after the jump).

Sunday, August 31, 2014

Wilder Pictures: An Afternoon on an Island in Muscongus Bay

It doesn’t really matter where I was going or why I was there. What matters is that the lobster boat’s engine hummed and sometimes roared, the sky and the ocean were almost the same steely color, and that the rolling swells bore us up and then down their fronts and backs. But I take that back; it does matter where I was going because I was going to an island, and it always matters when you're going to an island. The shingles of island houses are splintered and salt-crusted, the trees of islands are bent to one side, the pinecone-and-stick-studded moss of islands is thick underneath your feet (more after the jump).

Monday, July 14, 2014

Wilder Pictures: July in Maine, Part I

Hello from Rockport. I'm here for ten glorious days of vacation and words fail me when it comes to telling you how incredible it feels. I used to take stretches of days with nothing to do for granted, but now they're a luxury. And I am luxuriating in them.

I have some iPhone photos to share that didn't make it to my Instagram, because if I were to post every post-able moment I would be so annoying that no one would want to follow me. And seeing as you're only as cool as the number of followers you have (duh, everybody knows that), I can't run that risk. Just kidding. But seriously.

Thursday, July 10, 2014

Wilder Pictures: The People of Tennessee and Kentucky


The landscapes down South were green and lush. The sky was huge, stretching out over expanses of fields and rollings hills, and the roads were long and winding. I was in heaven, snapping the shutter as we passed gas stations and ghost barns in Tennessee and Kentucky about a month ago. But while I found the views out the window breathtaking and photo-worthy, the people were far more colorful—both in outfits and character (photos after the jump).

Monday, June 23, 2014

Wilder Pictures + Beatz: The Landscape of Tennessee and Kentucky (and) What to Listen to on a Southern Road Trip


I was recently in Tennessee and Kentucky for work, and I fell in love with the South. Before I left, several people told me that I'm the most New England-y person they know and that I might die on the trip due to culture shock. But when I was down there, I felt that cold, snowy, Yankee part of me soften. Maybe it was the heat, maybe it was the lilting accents of those around me, maybe it was the freedom of being somewhere I'd never been before, maybe it was the live music that settled itself into my bones and made me want to smoke 10,000 American Spirit cigarettes with the lead singer of the blues band. But whatever the cause, I felt looser, happier, and less wound up than I have in a long time.

Thursday, June 19, 2014

Wilder Musings: The Importance of Memory and Community (or) Why I Love Maine So Much


The four of us piled into the car. Rosie the German Shepherd and I in the back, my mom and dad in the front. It was May of this year but it might as well have been 1989, as the back right seat next to the dog is a position I've occupied my entire life. We sped North, past the familiar road signs in Massachusetts (Topsfield, Georgetown), the New Hampshire State Liquor Stores, and onto the Piscataqua River Bridge. We reached our hands forward towards the windshield as my mother and her brother did as kids, aching to be the first one into our favorite state, yelling out, "Mmmmmmaine!" as we passed the state line sign hanging from the bridge.

Sunday, April 27, 2014

Wilder Pictures: Early Spring at Walden Pond on a Rainy Day

I had an appointment out in Concord yesterday. It was rainy and cold and yet I couldn't help but make a detour on my way home and go to Walden. Every day that it's nice enough in the summer I swim here; The water of the famous kettle hole is Caribbean blue due to its depth, and if you go in the late afternoon the sun is at the right angle so that it bounces off the water and blinds you with the most glorious flashes of light when you turn your head to breathe between each stroke. When you swim across and get to the other side of the pond you can hear the train go by from Boston on the same tracks it's run since Thoreau and Louisa May walked its shores.

Thursday, April 24, 2014

Wilder Recipes: Hilary's Olive Oil and Maple Granola with Coconut and Pecans

My roommate and one of my dearest friends (isn't it nice when that works out?) Hilary eats granola for breakfast every morning. She'll mix it with yogurt and fruit, and used to keep some variety or other from Trader Joe's or Whole Foods in the kitchen at all times. I've been known to steal handfuls every once in a while (mostly when I come home after having had a few drinks...the trail of crumbs from the pantry to my room is a dead giveaway). But the theft really went through the roof when she started making her own from scratch using her mother's tried and true recipe originally from Food52. Hilary has adapted it a bit, taking out the pumpkin seeds and toying with the amount of syrup so it isn't so sweet.

Wednesday, April 23, 2014

Wilder Pictures: The Real Beginnings of Spring, That Tease of a Season

Every year I have trouble believing that spring has actually sprung. I open doors to the outside and brace myself for the cold, shocked when I’m not hit by a wall of frigid air. But seeing as I’ve been stepping into mildness without feeling winter seep between the cracks of my coat and my scarf, I think it’s safe to say that we’re past the worst of it by now (though you better believe that I knocked on the wood of my Ikea coffee table right after I typed that). I even got my first sunburn of the season on Monday. It’s been probably the most welcome pain of my life.

I have a few photos of recent warmish wanderings to share with you that didn't make it to Instagram. I used to carry my Nikon around with me everywhere I went lest I stumble into a great picture opportunity, and I have to say that I feel somewhat guilty for relying on my phone for that purpose these days. But I like these images despite their inferior, phone-y quality. Or maybe because of it. They’re grainier and less polished, so they feel like like a disposable camera used to.

Sunday, April 6, 2014

Wilder Recipes: Sweet and Spicy Roasted Nuts

There's a store in Rockport, Maine, called Main Street Meats. Their butcher shop sells locally raised, pasture-fed meats and poultry, and their other offerings—French mustards, salumi, anchovies packed in oil, an overflowing cheese case, freshly baked bread (one batch in the morning and one in the afternoon)—make it hard to walk out of there with less than one bag of groceries.

I'll write a real post about the store when I can actually go there, but for now I want to tell you about one of my favorite things they sell: spiced nuts. I buy many boxes of them when I'm in Maine and bring them back to Cambridge, but since I've depleted my stash, I figured it was time I learn how to make my own version. And if you're wondering: No, I've never been able to say "Spiced Nuts" without laughing or turning slightly red (more after the jump).