I sat down with my friend and oyster farmer Karen Rivara one Saturday night to conduct this interview. We began with beer and oysters,…
In the land of large groundnuts…
The first time on a mammoth tractor is not for the faint of heart.
The off-season is spent in the depths of food safety.
Variety may be the color of life, but sometimes a blank palette is enough. • Photograph by Lindsay Morris
A lot of things like to eat cucumbers.
Marilee Foster doesn’t know if the person who dumped their rooster at her farm intended for her to eat the bird and was thus making a gift. Or if they blithely miscalculated the fractious result a male of fighting age would have upon her checkered lot.
Chickens were banished from our farm for the third time about 10 years ago. We’d lost our best ratting dogs, the rats became too numerous and my father’s temper blew.
A debate about whether we should or shouldn’t shoot an abundant source of free-range protein can only happen in a society where the gross majority of people are either vegetarian or perfectly content with the meat they can buy at the supermarket. Our meadows have given way to suburbia and so has much of our mindset and habits.
“As far back as anyone can remember there were always farmer-fishermen in Sagaponack.”
Preparing for the end of fall.
Surviving the season might bring you to your hands and knees.