Braving the winter swells off Martha’s Vineyard, where the frigid Atlantic crashes against deserted shores, makes every wave feel like a personal adventure. Numb fingers and salt-stung cheeks are the price of entry, but nothing warms the soul quite like a crackling fire and a hearty camp-cooked meal. As the steam rises from a cast-iron skillet, the smell of sizzling butter and fresh-caught seafood mingles with the crisp ocean air—proof that the best rewards come after the coldest sessions.
Even though the air was crisp and the frost clung to every surface, we couldn't resist the urge to get outside and cook up something special. Winter mornings have a certain magic to them—the stillness, the way your breath hangs in the air, and that first sip of hot tea that warms you from the inside out. Despite the freezing temperatures, we bundled up, packed our supplies, and headed outside to make breakfast sandwiches for our one-year anniversary.