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January 2017

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Insulated though we are here in the Virgin Islands, as a US territory, the political turmoil of the mainland has taken a toll on each and every one of us, on our friendships, on our trust in one another, and on our beliefs that the future will be better than the past; that we will all move forward, that we can all work together to help each other move forward and upward. It has been challenging to remain positive. It has been challenging to have empathy for those with whom I fundamentally disagree, with those who hold views that show no empathy for others. It has been challenging to be the “better person” and abstain from name-calling, labeling, generalizing, sensationalizing, dehumanizing, and other demeaning thoughts and actions. Sometimes, for me, this has meant holding silence.

I am so very proud of the millions of women, and men, who turned out around the country and made their voices heard through the Women’s March; who marched with love, strength, compassion, and self-control. Who proved that we are united, that we have a voice, and that we aren’t afraid to use it. Who demonstrated that we can come together to fight all injustice, be it towards women, children, people of color, LGTB people, those with disabilities, or the environment. Who demonstrated that there is not only strength in numbers, but there can also be peace.

Meanwhile, back in my quiet section of the rainforest, I’ve been keeping my peace as best I can, along with some of my sanity. Between days of cooking, feeding people, and generally keeping the business on-track, I’ve been building my tinier house. The as-yet-unnamed bow top caravan is now complete but for the final paintwork, plumbing, electrical, hanging the doors and windows, and making the screens. I know, I know, that sounds like a lot still. However, that means the carpentry is done! Check out the building stages in the photos below.

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Come check it out in person if you’re on St Croix, and remember to stop by Nidulari for freshly baked bread on Wednesdays, Saturday lunch or Sunday brunch!

If you’re pining for some curries, drop us a note – the next take-out night is scheduled for Thursday, February 2nd.



There’s a difference between ending and finishing. What in our lives is ever truly finished? Chocolate and wine; not much else. Knowing when it is time to end something, however, requires a certain amount of wisdom, foresight, and decisiveness.

You’ve seen people stuck in a job, relationship, or project for much longer than they ought, waiting to cross some invisible finish line. You’ve seen the perfectionist, polishing their work yet never completely happy with it, never letting it go. There is no virtue in holding onto something beyond its time.

With the Nidulari kitchen finished, the oven re-build complete, and the weeks spinning by into “season”…it’s a time to let things go. For me, that means a purge of “unnecessary” possessions, and the plans to construct an even smaller living space over the coming months.

Building the Nid tiny house was a huge (if inexpensive) experiment…and its days are numbered. It was interesting, fun, and educational to build; it has served its purpose as a living space (2 years this month!), but it’s time to move on. The cement roof simply is not a success, and the resulting dampness  has nurtured a very… umm…”natural”… “environment.” Mushrooms on the walls seemed cute at first, but the weekly trimming of tree roots growing through the walls and floor gets a little tiresome. Likewise, nightly visits from ever-growing centipedes had a certain thrill at first; less so, by now.

My life has changed since I planned and built the “Nid.” Moving down here, I wasn’t sure how I’d be spending my days, and certainly I didn’t expect to have my own full-size kitchen (doubling as my office) on-site. I had no way to know that I’d go “home” only to shower and sleep, perhaps write a letter or read a book. That my schedule would follow the rise of the bread and the hungry honking of a gaggle of ducks. That 210 square feet would feel huge. Unnecessary. All that cleaning! The Nid will make a great barn, for as long as it stands.

The Nidulari “Gypsy” Vardo, built early this year as my sales venue, was so much fun to design and construct. Built on a tiny single-axle trailer, with only a 5′ by 7′ floor, it serves its purpose well, but would be crazy as accommodation of any variety. Scaled up, it would be absolutely perfect. A plan is in the works to build a slightly larger version, also on a single-axle trailer, but with a 6′ by 12′ floor that can accommodate a standard size bed (crossways) plus storage space, a table, counter, and sink. As so many of my visitors have remarked, it’s crazy not to have an outdoor shower here in the rainforest…

Should the stars so align, I’ll be assembling the basic structure of the new vardo between Winter Solstice and New Year. The details and paintwork can be done gradually, as time allows. Any “tiny house” enthusiasts want to help? It should be an enjoyable project, and you could learn the basics of building your very own Gypsy Vardo! Comment below or send an email if you’re interested!

On this note, Nidulari will potentially be closed for Winter Solstice (December 21st) through December 28th: reopening for Saturday lunch on New Year’s Eve.


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The world never rests. The US is going insane over election month, reducing the media to a circus of slander and tall tales, blotting out all real news. People seem to be losing all sense of decency and moral integrity as they hurl insults at one another, publicly and privately. We are reminded daily what a selfish, navel-gazing people Americans are at risk of becoming. We are reminded, nay, pounded by, the fact that this is a country that permits racism and sexism to run rampant in our communities and our government, with no accountability for those who insight violence. We are reminded that the public seems interested only in reality-TVesque “news;” entertainment, really. Look: only weeks after Hurricane Matthew cut a path of devastation through Haiti, leaving hundreds of thousands homeless and facing a season of famine, we see little or nothing of it on the national news.

Over the past couple of weeks I’ve not only been avoiding politics, breaking in the new oven, preparing for high season, planning new winter hours, and processing the last of the mangoes…but also acting as a communication point of sorts for Good Samaritan Foundation of Haiti, the charity that Mandy (my mother) runs, while she was on the ground in Haiti weathering Hurricane Matthew and assisting with relief efforts in the aftermath. It’s been hectic! Mandy returned home last week, so she’s now in contact should you still have any questions as to how to help with the relief programs. Haiti faces not only a huge amount of rebuilding work, but also a season of famine due to crop loss from the hurricane, and water contamination which will result in major epidemics. To give you a brief picture, I’ll share a post I wrote in the days after Hurricane Matthew hit Haiti.

In the aftermath of Hurricane Matthew, seeing the devastation of Southern Haiti, we are all at a loss for words.

To many, this is just another tragic story in the news, of an impoverished country dealing with yet another natural disaster. I think it’s very important that we remember that these are people – hundreds of thousands of individuals – who have struggled and worked hard with what little they’ve been given to rebuild their lives after the devastating earthquake of 2010. They were nowhere near done rebuilding when Hurricane Matthew swept their lives away once again.

Hearing some people’s comments about Haiti, I feel that I need to stress that these were natural disasters. These were not any fault of the people or their country. No one could have been prepared for these events, and certainly not a nation already suffering such intense poverty. These people are not lazy, they are not weak, they are not hopeless. They would like to build stable lives and a functional economy, things that we often take for granted. They deserve our full and whole-hearted empathy, and they need our help.

Rebuilding will be a long process, starting with securing emergency food, medical, and building supplies. Communities are gathering together, helping each other, but when everyones’ losses are so great there is little to go around. There will be no crops from Southern Haiti this season, and it will take many years for the fruit trees to grow back, for lands flooded by storm surge to be viable again, and for livestock to be replenished.

Once again, it is time to rally for the people of Haiti. Not just today, but for the coming weeks, months, and years as they work to overcome this devastation.

Many non-profits are working on the ground in Haiti. If you’re in a position to help, please do. Donate to whichever organization is closest to your heart, but keep in mind that the smaller “grassroots” organizations generally have far lower overheads and are able to work more quickly in their communities due to less bureaucracy than some of the larger aid organizations.

In closing, I will reiterate what I wrote as Hurricane Matthew first landed in Haiti when asked how people could best help:

Monetary donations are always the most useful in situations like this. It takes too long (weeks if not months) and costs too much to transport physical items in a time of crisis, when roads, airports, etc are damaged. There will be building materials, food, etc available in Haiti, the main challenge is being able to acquire them in a timely manner. Monetary donations allow for immediate purchase of locally sourced materials for repairs, along with bulk quantities of basic food items for distribution through emergency shelters (schools, churches, etc). This also helps to stabilize the economy, by purchasing locally rather than flooding the market with donated imports.

If you feel moved to donate to Mandy’s non-profit, Good Samaritan Foundation of Haiti, Inc., please follow the link below – the yellow donate button is on the left as you scroll down. All donated funds will go directly into emergency food and medicine to be distributed through the school and building materials to begin repairs on homes in the area. Most homes on the island lost roofs and sustained other damages.


In support of Good Samaritan of Haiti’s post-hurricane efforts (check out their facebook page for real-time updates and details) Nidulari’s first Sunday Brunch will benefit the organization, with 25% of proceeds going directly into their famine relief fund. Please come out to the rainforest on Sunday, October 30th 10am-1pm to eat great food and support GSF’s important work! Mandy will be here to answer all your Haiti questions, and will have Haitian arts and crafts and her self-published Creole children’s books for sale. Queen CariBEE will be here with preserves, soaps, and honey! You’ll also get to meet our newest farmers, Amelia and Wes, who’ll soon have organically-grown greens, herbs, and more available for purchase through Nidulari!

It’s going to be an exciting season here at Nidulari! More soon!

Oven Rebuild

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I’ve been most remiss in my writing lately, having partway composed a post only to get caught up in another project entirely.

September was Oven Building Month here in the rainforest – in the final moments before Mandy’s departure on what appears to be a somewhat-too-exciting trip to Haiti amid hurricane Matthew. After over 15 years of dodging hurricanes, it appears that she’s in for quite a blow over the next few days. Though communications will certainly be down, she should be ok, in the safety of the concrete school-house.



The demolition and reconstruction of the wood-fired oven has been quite a process! I dare not contemplate how many hundreds of pounds of brick we carried down the slick, muddy hill after cautiously removing the bricks, one by one, with assiduous use of a sledgehammer. There were certainly some moments of wondering “is this a good idea?” during demolition…


Reconstructing the oven had a few hair-raising moments too…like when the oven grew several inches longer…



…but overall, it was a relatively simple process.





Until the former needed to come out. My elbows still feel like they need some grease, a week after all that pulling, pushing, and hammering at odd angles. It did finally come out, with no damage to the brickwork.



Next, putting the barrel in. It fit a little differently this time, but if anything it’s more level than it was before, and possibly better insulated around the front.


The final brickwork up the front was a harrowing race against dusk, on Mandy’s last day here. Plastering, fortunately, is my forté…and can be a gradual process.


A little longer to fully cure, and wood-fired breads will be back on the menu!

A future

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Nidulari is a fun place to be these days! I’ve never been happier, holed up in my shiny new kitchen, playing with all kinds of recipes–both new and old–at all hours of day and night. Did I mention night? Fluorescent lighting is amazing, after years of living in the dark. There’s been a lot of rain this week, and though challenging in the outside department, it’s been a fabulous excuse cook up a storm, figure out new menu options, and continue shaping the future of Nidulari–my future–and how that reflects upon our community, in serving its hunger both for wholesome food and for gathering places; quiet places, places to escape for a little while. Where better than under an ancient mango tree, to the songs of the birds?


In a society where people try to bandaid the world’s problems with feel-good memes, “prayers” and “inspirational quotes”, the myriad greens of the leaves, greys of the tree trunks, and browns and blacks of the soil; so rich, so full of life; are more important than ever. They are a grounding. They are aspects of a whole, melding together, one eventually becoming the other. There is no judgement. The leaf does not judge the soil, nor the soil the leaf. It is a welcoming place. The trees welcome the rain, then the sun. They do not complain, though sometimes they do drop mangoes on our heads. I’ll not read any deeper into that, for who am I to question the motives of a centuries-old mango tree?


With all that Zen comes such tasty food. Tomorrow is our first Monday of Indian take-out, available 5-7pm. Head over to our “Food” page for the menu – it will be delicious! Wednesday continues to be bread day, rain or shine, with Thursday delivery to Christiansted. Saturday lunches are taking off! We did not wash away in the rain yesterday, despite the apparent wrath of the storm gods-perhaps next time I must sacrifice sheep, rather than falafel? Who’s to suggest that the gods would be vegetarian, after all.


With that, my dear people, I leave you for the week. The rain is clearing and I’m told that the beach is lonely, for want of a dog (and maybe a person).



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It’s been a big week here at Nidulari: we are now St Croix’s newest “mobile food service”! All the inspections are complete, the license is in the mail, and we’re ready to roll. So, come join us for a celebratory “open house” 11-4 on Saturday, August 20th, kicking off our new opening hours, lunch items, drinks, and more. Mandy’s Mahogany Road Ceramics Studio will also be open for a “5 year sale” and clay demos. Queen CariBEE will be here with jams, jellies, soaps and more!

Our event menu includes plenty of vegetarian and vegan items:

Preview of “Lunch Menu for 8-20”

The last few items are being moved into the kitchen between rain showers, the fridge will soon be stocked, and cooking shall commence! The first test runs have been blissful, with miles of stainless steel countertop, enormous sinks, hot running water…I shall soon be completely spoiled!


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Summer is spinning by, out of control; hot, gorgeous days, with warm breezes rustling through the forest whispering “the beach…the beach…go to the beach…”


Stars fell…

I’ve been pondering lately. A lot. You could even say too much. And then, one of the questions I’ve been dwelling on came up randomly in conversation, twice. What, in life, is a waste of time? Why do many of us feel guilty for spending time doing things that we enjoy, that invigorate us or that ease our minds, if those things are not thought of as “productive”? Now, I’m not saying that binge-watching of B-rated TV shows on Netflix is great for anyone, mentally or physically…but what about when that feeling of guilt extends to reading, making art, or simply relaxing, meditating, or taking a while to reflect on things? When it extends to taking a walk or going to the beach? It’s so easy to get caught up in all that’s going on in the world, and to spend hours getting vacuumed into arguments over everyone else’s problems, or to feel that every waking moment must be spent furthering your goals and ambitions, or fixing the world. What is “enough”? And when you’ve reached “enough”, what then? When all your basic needs are met, when you’re trundling along…maybe with an 8-hour workday, maybe more, maybe less…can you let yourself go, can you sit back and enjoy it all, can you not feel guilty for spending the afternoon entrenched in a great book or sitting in the garden watching the ducks? Does that point ever come, or must it be consciously learned, in this culture of “more”?


Does a cat, in a circle, know where the end is?

I gave myself a mental time-out last weekend. It was great. Two days of no computer, no facebook, no emails, no camera, and pretty much nothing “useful” to do, away from my work, from my life; sailing to St Thomas and back aboard s/v Aimée. Physically present–needed on board as crew–but mentally freewheeling, it was at first hard; hard to let go, hard to justify this time away. Then the seasickness kicked in, and let’s just say I became much less concerned about the piles of paperwork I’d left behind, or the chickens and ducks going about their merry day. But coming back…the trees seemed greener, the shade cooler, the birds and frogs chirpier than before. And it seemed ok to sit down in the heat of the day, to spend a few minutes in the shade, luring a slow-moving tortoise with specially-picked hibiscus flower…


Where are the lionfish hunters? I will make ceviche for you…

Back in reality, there’s a hurricane of paperwork. Having been dreading, for months, going to the DLCA (department of licensing and consumer affairs) I finally got all my papers together and went in. To my great astonishment, all three people I’ve had contact with at DLCA so far have been delightful, helpful, and oh-so-encouraging about the licensing process and my “new” business ventures! Sadly, my electrician has, as of now, still not shown up to hard-wire the kitchen to the power source, so I’m having to delay the Health and Fire inspections until that is complete. Getting things done in the land of “this week” (meaning probably not this week) can be so, so challenging. On the flip side, the DMV (department of motor vehicles) has upped its game (perhaps due to the mandatory purchase of centennial plates?) and the inspector now “inspects” 5+ vehicles at a time… Perhaps he got the same memo as the Agriculture inspector, who can apparently inspect a property without ever seeing it. Hey, I’m not complaining.


Bagel beginnings.

Now, the afternoon heat is beginning to recede, a batch of mango catsup cools in jars on the counter, and it is so peaceful, here in the forest. There is work to be done, for sure, but there’s no sense of urgency. It’s summertime, in St Croix.


Nidulari at Mango Melee! Thanks for the 2nd place award in Mango Dis Mango Dat for our Slightly Spicy Mango Chutney!