“I like this picnic,” says my then-2-year-old son. Well, except that it sounds more like “mywikeispicnic,” as his mouth is filled with a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. He is covered in the jelly, just like he would be at home, except
Foraging Florida’s Forgotten Coast
It was the perfect day. Scratch that. It was the perfect weekend, for every day was perfect. Sunrise on the beach, a shower with a view of the ocean, getting my feet wet and catching a few crabs for dinner,