08.01.15

Forget everything you think you know about soggy green wafers of something resembling cucumbers.

By Susie Middleton

08.01.15

Kelley House, Craig Johnstone Kingsbury, and King’s Land of Tisbury.

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Nothing beats a Mexican-inspired supper for highlighting homemade pickles.

By Susie Middleton

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A few minutes and three ingredients – lemon (or lime) juice, sugar, and salt – are all you need to tame and tenderize piquant veggies.

By Susie Middleton

08.01.15

Green salads are one of my favorite places to highlight my “instant” pickles, especially radishes since they look so pretty with the green.

By Susie Middleton

08.01.15

Ceviche, a dish that originates in South America, is fresh fish cured and cooked in lime juice.

By Catherine Walthers

08.01.15

A charcoal fire results in the best-tasting fish here.

By Catherine Walthers

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You may need to make this in 1 or 2 batches depending on the size of your skillet. Serve with a nice summer side, such as corn on the cob or a tomato salad.

By Catherine Walthers

08.01.15

Quick-pickling couldn't be easier.

By Susie Middleton

08.01.15

Seventy years ago this August, V-J Day set up a string of events that led me to the Vineyard and altered my life forever. When victory was announced, my mother made plans to visit her parents, who were vacationing at the Harborside Inn in Edgartown, and we set out the next day, taking the Cape Codder train from Grand Central Station in New York to Woods Hole, where we would board the Vineyard ferry.

By Kib Bramhall

08.01.15

You wouldn’t know it from a trip through Five Corners in Vineyard Haven, or the Triangle in Edgartown, but most Americans don’t take the time off they deserve. It’s not just hard-working laborers who are not permitted paid vacations by their Scroogian overlords, either, though that’s a huge problem and injustice: one in four Americans does not get a single paid vacation day. According to the U.S.

By Paul Schneider

08.01.15

As the wooden fishing boat slows to a halt, twenty-three rods rest perpendicularly on the red metal railing waiting for the signal. When the motor cuts, the weighted and squid-baited lines drop immediately into the water, finding their way down about fifty feet to the bottom. Tap, tap, tap, the hits come nearly instantly. Within minutes, maybe even seconds, amid shouts and whoops, silver fish dangle from multiple lines.

By Catherine Walthers

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