Archive - Aug 12, 2010
As many times as I’ve been there, close to a half-dozen, maybe, I’m still not sure how to find the Birds of Vermont Museum in Huntington.
What I can say to anyone with even a passing interest in birds, nature or carving is that it is worth picking up an atlas (old school) or going online (non-Luddite) and learning how to get to the remote, gravel-surfaced byway of Sherman Hollow Road, where the museum may be found.
MIDDLEBURY — After more than a year and a half of planning and permit deliberations, the McDonald’s Restaurant on Route 7 in Middlebury closed last Wednesday for demolition and rebuilding.
Dennis Hunt, president of Hunt Companies Inc., was onsite on Tuesday to oversee the building’s demolition. He said that demolition, reconstruction and preparation for the restaurant’s reopening are scheduled to take about 90 days.
MIDDLEBURY — A small offshoot of the $16 million Cross Street Bridge project continued on Tuesday to take up a large part of Middlebury selectmen’s time — the question what to place in the 22-foot circle in the middle of the new roundabout that workers began to build this week at the bridge’s downtown end.
In late June, a committee appointed by selectmen recommended a prominent public work of art that should be 20 to 25 feet tall, lighted at night, and designed to be appreciated from a safe distance.
This week's Patchwork column discusses the summery gazpacho, a vegetable soup served cold. Head over here to read Kate Gridley's thoughts on using the late summer bounty, then try some of the recipes below!
At this point, the question might be, what’s NOT up?
In addition to last week’s lists, the root crops are really coming in now, and Barbara is picking romano beans, paste tomatoes, plums, Sicilian chard and 16 varieties of peppers!
It’s here: the moment of August profusion in the garden, the one I dream about in my armchair during winter. There is so much ripening in my garden — indeed all over the county — it’s almost overwhelming. What to eat? What to can? What to freeze? Problems of abundance are nothing to complain about (in fact, there’s no time), but I relish the wealth of choices.
So far this summer, I’ve honored my vow not to unload any zucchini on friends and coworkers, especially those who have never done me wrong.
But it’s not easy.
I’ve never grown zucchini before and I’m not entirely sure why I did it this year. I know only too well — as the grudging recipient of several hundred pounds of zucchini each summer — that the number of zucchini eaten annually by the average American family is three, yet the yield of a single zucchini plant is 30 times that. So far. The season’s not over.
Marshall Curler was waiting for me at the Portland (Ore.) International Airport when my flight arrived at 11:15 p.m. on the last Thursday of July. We waited the usual time for my luggage. Much as I prefer to travel without checked bags, it’s tough to take a weeklong fishing trip with only carry-on. Waders and wading shoes alone would fill a little rolling duffle. Then I need rods and reels; on a long trip, I travel with two of each in case one breaks. Plus flies and a vest and sleeping bag. And clothes are nice too.