Now I've slashed my finger and burned my hand, but I'm on the mend. I'm working on my fantasy lunch which takes place in two weeks from today. I'm shucking, poaching, smoking, and confit-ing. No brining, thank you. BTW, did you know gathering wild nuts is called nutting? According to Mother Earth Magazine, most people today are "nutting for pleasure."

BTW, if I were born a girl, and many-a-time I've wished I were, I hope I would've grown up to be this lady. She happens to be a Murphy, just like me. Something about her disco fantasy while dining alone strikes a chord.
Now I'm going nutting in Tilden before dinner.