For dinner, Glenn had procured some steamer clams from Maine. He fed them some cornmeal, a trick to help clean away all the sand and grit. They were delicious in drawn butter. Glenn also used the cornmeal for pan-fried smelts. At the East Coast Grill, we called them "fries with eyes." I fell into the… Continue reading Glenn Smelting
We made it up to the wood stove in Winchendon just in time, as the snow and arctic air enveloped the Northeast. Glenn brought down a trove of Kostick family photographs and we spent the evening looking back at funny relatives!
Going home makes me realize how much I love my elders. I wish it was possible to visit Glenn and his world more often. Glenn graciously gave us a green terrarium and small plant to bring back for Aunty.