But, as the season progresses, we eat less fresh wakame and more dried. First, of course, you have to dry it, though.
So, our little stretch of beach finds itself covered in clothes lines full of wakame. Before hanging, the wakame is boiled in great big vats heated by fires built right on the beach. Hopefully, I’ll get down to the beach early one of these days in order to get a few shots of the hard part.