I didn't want to collect any sea life on protected beaches, because it's against the law, so Cranky and I went to a beach in a town noted for fairly casual policing (and I don't think it's a state preserve or park). But. Darn. Even though we were able to walk out on the wet sand for yards and yards, there was no seaweed.
I met a woman there who informed me I'd have to hike about a half mile to the north to find specimens. But it was growing cold and late, and I decided "another time."
However. I did fulfill one of my long-standing fantasies. Some of you may remember that last August, I tried to boil down Pacific sea water for salt. And I was stymied.
I vowed I'd try again, and yesterday, I hit pay dirt. Er, ocean.
Scaling down our ambitions a bit, we gathered a mere three liters of water. I filtered it through cheesecloth and then set about boiling it on my gas range in a stainless steel pot. Two hours later, I had about three ounces of handmade fleur de sel!
Salt is what makes things taste bad when it isn't in them. ~anonymous
OK, maybe not fleur de sel, but definitely Sodium of the Sea.
It has a slight beige hue, is still a bit moist (I stopped the boiling before it got bone dry), and clumps in lovely little flakes.
It tastes like salt. I'm very proud.