I meant to write something over Memorial Day weekend, but I feel so conflicted about what’s happening in the Middle East and the way the militant forces of the world are hurting one another that I thought I’d honor a veteran and his love of seaweed harvesting instead, as well as a community honoring its volunteer firefighters.
Being in the Pacific Ocean thigh deep at 7 am is just about heaven.
The new Excalibur dehydrator just arrived, so now it's time to harvest kombu! Any additional tips? Bring scissors to the beach, maybe?
Perfectly valid correction, Sharn. My bad. Thanks. I'll go back in and modify my language. Sorry for any exclusionary language on my end.