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I’m on the beach harvesting a basketful of late-stage goose tongue leaves (suktéitl’, Lingít). I knew that goose tongue can be pickled, but I wanted to try to pickle the later-stage leaves at the end of the harvesting season that’ve grown larger but haven’t turned woody and lost flavor yet. ....
Today we’re harvesting goose tongue to dry for distribution to local Elders. I’m also going to experiment with pickling it. Goose tongue is a beach plant called suktéitl’ in the Lingít language, hlgit’ún t’áangal in Xaad Kíl, the Haida language, and its scientific name is Plantago maritima. It’s known as sea-plantain and saltgrass. Goose tongue is found in Alaska, Arctic regions, Europe, northwest Africa, parts of Asia and South America. There are four other subspecies of goose tongue found throughout the world, including one that grows near mountain streams in the alpine. ....
“This is the best day ever,” Grandson Timothy exclaimed to me once after swimming in the ocean on a kingfisher blue day, then eating potato chips and drinking root beer in a tent pitched on our deck next to the sea. I understand that sentiment. I lean out the truck window as my dad and I drive past craggy and mossy bullpine at the Lungs-of-the-Island, inhaling the scent of a forest in full spring bloom. I can’t stop smiling. Maybe it’s because our island is sparkling with sunshine endorphins flickering off the ocean and bursting open dandelion faces. Wrangellites are out bike riding, out walking their dogs, out hiking up Rainbow Falls, romping on the beach, or taking a slow island drive. ....
“This is the best day ever,” Grandson Timothy exclaimed to me once after swimming in the ocean on a kingfisher blue day, then eating potato chips and drinking root beer in a tent pitched on our deck next to the sea. I understand that sentiment. I lean out the truck window as my dad and I drive past craggy and mossy bullpine at the Lungs-of-the-Island, inhaling the scent of a forest in full spring bloom. I can’t stop smiling. Maybe it’s because. ....