This trip and these photos were from a different time, but I wanted to preserve them, wanted to share them here. Just like everything on this blog, they were part of my story, just as a new navigation is also part of my story.
As the nights grow cooler, the sun sets earlier, and a new season teases its approach, I want to remember the intention I felt this spring. I want to savor the current and coming season, to appreciate the beautiful, incremental, wild moments. The epic changes, both within and outside me.
If you want to learn the definition of resilience, shadow an old farmer. Shake his hand. Listen to the boom of his voice. Follow his gaze. If you want to see the definition of fearlessness, attempt to keep up with that old farmer. If you want to bear witness to your own limits and timidity, attempt to help that farmer. That's exactly what I did this past fall when I helped with a cranberry harvest.
I previously equated any wine from my region with the blood of Christ, ie: a sickeningly sweet beverage that should only be consumed in a thimble-sized cup with an equally tiny serving of bread or crackers. Then I discovered Mazza Winery and a little pocket of Lake Erie Wine Country that actually produces wine worth seeking. This summer I had the chance to spend a long weekend sipping at a few wineries, exploring the town of Westfield, NY and adding to my general infatuation with Lake Erie.
The advantage of this vegan menu for a beach picnic is you don't have to fear mayo or meat spoilage in the heat. Beach eating aside, both of these recipes are great to make at the beginning of the week and reinvent for different meals. Try the curried cauliflower as a gluten-free grain bowl with wild rice or quinoa, or serve it over hearty greens like kale.