Tidepools capture me like nothing else, and I am certain I am not the only one who has carried this fascination well into middle age. Tidepools capture us because they are a microcosm of life: A world in a puddle. And, as it happens, an edible world.
Kelp pasta. Not pasta made from slivered kelp fronds, but real pasta with homemade kelp powder added. It makes a briny, emerald noodle that I served with the Pacific rockfish that swam among the kelp, along with summer vegetables. It’s a culinary experiment worth repeating.
It is a truism in this world that you can live around something your whole life without any inkling that it exists, and then, once it’s been pointed out to you, you can’t stop seeing it. Humans see things that we deem relevant to our lives, and, as a simple matter of sanity, filter out that