Eight more weeks until flip-flop season (!!!). Plus Mother's Day, Father's Day (heck kids' + friends' bdays boom.boom.boom in the next few months), not to mention the Cannes Film Festival is on (see you there?), and the awesomeness of near and dear getting vaxxed: it's like Elvis' Comeback Tour in '68. Dang, hope is pretty cool. And so was the King. Just watch him sing "Trying to get to you." It'll get you all shook up.

In bloom

Just in time for Mother's Day. 

Hunt. Fish. Cook.

Cult: we're pleased to introduce Phil B. On his very first order, Phil wrote an ode to oysters and hasn't stopped since. (We love Phil and his letters). His vim and vigor for the sea are absolutely catching. 
 
"Since I was nine years old hunting and oysters were inextricably linked. Picking up oysters on the mudflats on the eastern shore of Maryland at my father's urging when I was a kid after hunting or fishing was my first introduction to this manna from heaven. And that became an obsession of mine, which...