In the kitchen garden of Leslie Rose Close in Bridgehampton.
Growing in my compost heap and front lawn were the ingredients for a perfect fall side dish.
What is a garden if not a feast for the senses? For the eyes there’s the vivid palette of its many blooms; for the nose, their sweet perfume. Even the ears enjoy the soft buzzing of the bees that pollinate them. But what if the same space could appeal to the tastebuds, too?
The Slowest Food on the East End.