So OK I know I promised recipes and actual food substance posts and here I am giving you a photo tour of Fire Island. I have my nerve! Apparently the seashore has robbed me of any motivation or rigor. I promise soon I will be back in the city and more productive then ever
When I saw the above picture during a walk on the beach it made me think of Petra. I think it must have been the wash away remnants of a sand castle – cool nonetheless.
The infamous Meat Rack, looking very non-infamous. For those of you who have never visited the Meat Rack is a natural wildlife preserve/park in between Cherry Grove and the Pines. The name “meat rack” was given it because of the au natural activities that go on there. Mostly though I think the sex-in-the-bushes reputation of the Meat Rack is from another era when free love was, well, less fettered. These days it’s just a quick way to walk between the two communities.
A sense of humor is everywhere in the Pines and the Grove, one of the things that makes it such fun.
The other day after a sunny walk on the beach I wandered into the commercial area of Cherry Grove when a wicked storm came up. It was so sudden and violent, I of course took refuge in the nearest bar: Cherry’s
Mostly I’ve been eating at home and cooking, the few meals out I have had (I’ve eaten at two different places) would qualify as “bar food” and that includes the restaurant I ate it. And this being Fire Island it doesn’t come cheap.