More appearances!

This weekend I will be at the Groton Art on the Bank underneath the Battle of Groton Heights tower, signing books for Bank Square Books of Mystic, on Saturday from about 1-4 pm. On Sunday I will be giving a presentation at the Hempsted Houses at 2 pm on Homegrown Terror: Benedict Arnold and the Burning of New London. Shortly before that you can hear a long interview with me on WXLM in the morning (sometime between 10 and 12).

Madison Senior Center

I hope you'll all join my wife and I for a discussion of Connecticut Food and Wine - either Monday at 1 pm at the Madison Senior Center (for those in the southern tier of the state) or at the Enfield Public Library on Tuesday at 7 pm. We will also be in Bethany in July, but more on that later!

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Overnight Hike on West Rock


Amy and I hiked from our house all the way south on the Regicides Trail to New Haven.


Some of the way we went on Baldwin Drive because we weren't making good enough time on the trail. But since I'm no longer a purist, I was okay with that.


Saw the Judge's Cave again...


A baseball game at the base of West Rock cliff...


And collapsing on the porch of the Austin Street Inn, where we spent the night.


After a good night's sleep we headed out through the blooming mountain laurel (below).


We saw ravens (!), toads, numerous birds of all sorts, what may have been a coyote, and this little box turtle.

 
 
Made it to Lake Wintergreen in epic time...which of course gave me blisters later.
 


All in all, I would say we hiked 17 miles. These sorts of overnight hikes are possible all over Connecticut, but so few take advantage of our 'small size' to do it.


Essex Shad Bake


Enjoyed a trip to the Essex Shad Festival at the Connecticut River Museum, sponsored by the local Rotary Club.


Watched a demonstration of boning these very bony fish - something I would not want to attempt, despite being comfortable boning or filleting a variety of others.


The fish itself was delicious - a wonderful white freshwater fish, with a little salt pork that was used to nail it to the boards (see below) and a Shad Derby Pale Ale to wash it down.


Removing Snakes


We get a number of nonpoisonous snakes in our yard (black racers, garters, milk snakes), and while we enjoy them keeping the mouse and frog populations down, they unfortunately breed. And the babies are small enough to slip through some weird underneath our porch cracks and occasionally get into the house. Our cat Django takes care of them at that point, or at least alerts me so that I can grab them and carry them out of the house, sometimes in the middle of the night. Those snakes are so small I doubt they could even bite through my skin. However, the ones outside can.


So, because of this issue, I now remove snakes from the yard whenever I see them sunning themselves on a rock. So far I have removed three large snakes, and the smaller one pictured here. One of the large snakes was a fat garter snake that emitted a foul odor when I grabbed him and put him in the bucket. Another was a milk snake that was in the process of killing a baby bird (I let him have it, but removed him and the dead bird). Another was full of three phoebe eggs he had just eaten a couple days earlier (we had been watching the nest). Those snakes were big enough to really hurt me. This guy's bite would probably just hurt a little bit, like a bee sting. But my wife got photos of me removing him properly, so I have posted him here.


The device I am using is a poker/rake that I recently forged in a blacksmithing class out of a piece of rebar. Turns out it is close to the shape of a genuine 'snake stick' and works great, at least for a snake this small. I used a rake for one of the big ones.


I take the snakes about a 1/2 mile up into the woods, where hopefully they will stay. Of course it is possible that they crawl all the way back, across a stream, etc. So, it may be a fool's errand. But since I removed two garters now this spring, I am hoping that this is one year they will miss breeding underneath my porch in the old chipmunk holes. If you try this yourself - be safe!

Miya's Sushi


Back at Miya's Sushi, this time at chef Bun Lai's invitation. He put out a spread for us and a few other friends, who quickly became our friends, too.


Started with invasive Japanese knotweed three ways - sake, quick-pickled on rice, and tempura.

 
Then traditional 'ball' sushi with mugwort, and quick pickled dandelion leaf wrapped on another. And of course the rice is super-healthy brown rice mixed with other grains, tastier than regular sushi rice by far.


In the foreground is venison, yes venison sushi, with wild ramp sauce, and the wild ramps themselves in the background.


Jonah crab claws and invasive snails that we cracked with real Native American tools and dipped in a honey vinegar ginger sauce.


Tilapia dipped in beets, salted, and served nearly frozen, "Inuit style."


Bun is serving us fermented kelp, which is not ready yet...but still tasted surprisingly good. Salty and seaweedy, like a powerful super-dashi.


This is Bun's "Persian roll" with spices and ingredients from the Middle East.


And this is a sweet potato roll (you can eat all vegetarian at Miya's if you like) with a homemade wasabi.


This is the famous invasive Asian shore crab on a potato roll with a creamy dill dressing that is absolutely one of the best things I've ever tasted.


And this is pressure-cooked and then baked salmon bones (use the whole animal!) and broccoli. None of these really needed to be dipped in soy sauce, by the way. All were perfect as is.


And this is a twist on fried chicken...amaranth peas and soy, with curry dip. We also had his chocolate and ice cream sushi at the end, but I missed getting a photo because we all ate them too quickly. All this was spaced over about four hours, with plenty of firecracker sake, beer, and conversation. A fantastic meal, a fantastic gift. We are proud to call Bun Lai a friend - he is one of the geniuses making food better for the rest of us, and one of Connecticut's true revolutionaries.

Lamentation Mountain


Amy and I hiked Lamentation Mountain in Meriden today - a great little ridge hike.


The views stretched from Massachusetts to Sleeping Giant. We could actually see the hill we live on, too.


Ran into this little guy - American Carrion Beetle - along the way.


And this fallen beech tree on the way back. All in all a great little hike. I recommend it for beginners and if you are more advanced, you can do a double loop with Chauncey Peak.

Preserve Connecticut's History

Awesome architect, sometime radio star, and all-around nice guy Duo Dickinson has an important reminder in today's Hartford Courant.

"When budgets are stretched thin, as Connecticut's surely is, lawmakers will point their pencils at expenses they view as marginal. This year that includes historic preservation. Most funds from the Community Investment Act, which are supposed to be dedicated to historic preservation as well as open space and farmland preservation and affordable housing, are being swept into the general fund under proposals to help balance the current and coming budgets.

This shortsighted cut would have permanent costs. In Connecticut and New England, our history is anything but marginal..."

Read the rest here.

Review in the New London Day



John Ruddy of the New London Day has given me a very positive review. He could have mentioned that "Homegrown Terror" is similar or nearly identical to the term the people of the time used, "parricide," in order to show that I wasn't just pulling that concept from a hat. But otherwise this is a perfect reading of my book, with a complete understanding of what I was trying to do. The article was later picked up by Stars and Stripes and a couple other sites.

Elegy for Jodie Lane





Check out What Jodie Taught Me about Tattoos by Amy Nawrocki. I never knew Jodie, but my wife did, and whenever I visit friends in the East Village, I see the sign dedicated to her. Stray electricity kills millions of animals every year, and also a few people like Jodie. As the son of an electrical engineer, I am aware of its usefulness and beauty, but it is a dangerous human tool, and some pay the price.