View glass fishing float finders with suspicion
My wife and I were enjoying a leisurely breakfast this morning at Chanterelle's in downtown Edmonds, and we were reading your article in the Edmonds Beacon concerning the lack of glass fishing floats turning up on the Washington/Oregon coast.
It made us both smile as we recalled a treasured memory of ours. We moved to Seattle (sight unseen) in the summer of 1977.
We had hitched up our Conestoga Wagon (also known as a 1973 Chevy Nova) and took Horace Greeley's advice and headed west.
Prior to moving from New York to Seattle, neither of us had ever seen the Pacific Ocean. When we showed up in July, we were determined that the first thing we wanted to do was to go see the Pacific.
We drove out to the Olympic Peninsula and hiked the Ozette Loop trail to Cape Alava. As we were sitting on a driftwood log and taking in the scenery, my wife stood up to brush herself off and behind her was a glass fishing float. (They attached the photographic evidence of one of these prized possessions.)
As a result, I think it is fair to say that you can no longer assert that you don't know anyone who has ever found a fishing float.
Thanks for being the catalyst for a wonderful conversation over breakfast.
Garry Horvitz and Lynn-dee Schwarz
This was not the first time readers of the Edmonds Beacon had reason to suspect I was full of seaweed and sand crabs.
But I'm not completely convinced I can trust recent residents of New York to recognize a Japanese glass fishing float if they saw one.
I'm sure they could lead me to Coney Island and correctly identify an abandoned Nathan's hot dog bun on the beach.
But how could they discover a glass ball from Japan after I had already announced to the world that there are no glass balls from Japan?
In fact, I particularly suggested in my recent column that readers notify the Pulitzer Prize jury of my journalistic discovery.
Am I to be refuted by two travelers who admit they had never before visited the Pacific Coast? Granted, for evidence they enclosed a photo of a glass object that could be mistaken for a Japanese fishing float.
I couldn't see both sides of the object they photographed, but it might have been engraved on the back with a Dr. Pepper trademark.
However, I will give Garry and Lynn-dee some culinary respect since they seem to have discovered Chanterelle's shortly after arriving in Edmonds.
A breakfast in that location is an excellent way to start a day, especially if you are headed for a trek to Cape Alava.
A homemade alternative that might also be considered are these:
2 cups sifted flour
2 teaspoons baking powder
2 tablespoons sugar
1 teaspoon salt
1 1/2 cups milk
2 tablespoons melted butter
1 cup finely chopped apple
mixture of one-half cup sugar and 2 tablespoons cinnamon
Mix the flour, baking powder, sugar and salt. Stir in the milk. Beat the eggs and dump them in, too, along with the melted butter and chopped apple.
Pour batter into a greased skillet to form pancakes. Flip once. When ready to serve, top each cake with an extra dollop of butter, sprinkle with the mixture of sugar and cinnamon, and serve with crisp bacon strips and hot coffee.
That should hold Garry and Lynn-dee until lunchtime, when we plan to serve Nathan's hot dogs in warm buns.