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.