I recently spent some vacation time on the waters of Hood Canal in Washington State. Hood Canal is a long, narrow fjord with a crook shaped end called The Great Bend. That’s where I was. In the land of oysters.
When I was small I spent a lot of time in the waters of the nearby Puget Sound where I grew up. Hours passed quickly in the salt water swimming with my sister. We should have gills. There was so much to do! We were slaves to a minus tide, which offered a sandbar for barefoot play. The giant rock adjacent to our bulkhead was treated as base camp for landing and leaping. And of course there was the time honored tradition of carefully adorning ourselves with seaweed to create monstrous medusa costumes that could be worn on the beaches and swing sets of Lowman Park. Continue reading Oysters, guilt-free food