Nonna'sby the sea

The Kitchen & the Coast

From the table

Forty years of feeding people. Here is what it looks like.

87 frames · 3 moving · Lunenburg harbour

A hand lifting fresh pasta from a floured board

Nonna Maria Caravello in the kitchen she built

Dough folded and pressed on a worn pasta board

Cut pasta dusted with semola before service

Mussels rinsed and waiting in a steel bowl

Granite and kelp at the tide line

A rustic spread laid the length of a dark table

Scallops set out in a shallow tray

Snow crab and lemon on a scrubbed counter

Bowls of pasta passed hand to hand

Shellfish over crushed ice, ready for the pass

Bread torn open beside a pour of olive oil

A plate of pasta under a single low light

Olio nuovo from Imperia in a small bowl

Long noodles coiled in a dark bowl

Pasta and herbs photographed against dark wood

Traps stacked on the dock at first light

Fresh pasta held above a dark counter

Sauce spooned slowly over fresh noodles

Seafood pasta finished with cream and tarragon

Vine tomatoes and basil on bare wood

Herbs cut and bundled for the evening

Lobster and cream over hand-rolled pasta

A tall plate of seafood pasta from above

Shellfish arranged over pasta in a cast pan

Fior di latte melting over San Marzano

The far end of the room, dressed and waiting

Flame curling around the oven mouth

A charred crust cooling on the board

Ribbons of tagliatelle draped over a wooden rack

Lobster brought up from the wharf below

The dining room before the first seating

A rolling pin working a sheet of dough thin

Whole fish from the Digby day boats

Linen, glass and afternoon light on a corner table

A window seat looking out at the harbour

Braised meat and herbs resting in a shallow dish

A halibut fillet trimmed for crudo

Supper set out family style

Pasta twirled onto a fork above the bowl

The room in the old chandlery, beams overhead

The last light of the day on the Atlantic

Cheese grated over a bowl still steaming

Bentwood chairs pulled in around bare wood

A crust, salt and green oil

Loaves cooling on a rack by the window

Marco Caravello, her grandson, at the pass

A hull and its reflection in still harbour water

Clams opened over pasta and parsley

Rosa's seed line, still grown under glass

Wine glasses catching candlelight

Cliffs falling into the open Atlantic

Tomatoes resting in a dark wooden crate

A single flame on an empty table after service

Wine poured at the table, glass held to the light

Worn floorboards and mismatched chairs

Glasses lined along the bar before service

Red wine in a tumbler, the Sicilian way

Tables set beside tall windows onto the water

The Atlantic flattening out past the point

The morning's catch laid out on ice

Grey water and low cloud off the South Shore

Flour, eggs and a well of yolk on the morning bench

Antipasti plated on chipped ceramic

Sunset going amber over the water

A shared table halfway through the meal

Boats tied up along the Lunenburg wharf

Bottles shelved along the back wall

A shallow bowl of pasta at the edge of the light

Bread and oil set out before the first course

Flour scattered across a dark kitchen bench

A narrow room of twelve tables

Oil catching the light in a glass cruet

Mussels and linguine in a wide pan

Candles burning down on a table late in the night

The working end of the harbour, rope and rust

A bowl of seafood pasta set down at the table

Shrimp and tomato tossed through fresh noodles

Swell breaking white against the rock

The pass, plated and ready to carry out

A bottle opened and left to breathe

A pizza pulled from the wood oven, edges blistered

A headland standing out in the weather

Basil laid on a pizza straight off the stone

The Margherita, seventy-two hour dough

Sea and stone from the top of the cliff

The cellar list, mostly island growers

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