Friday Night Shrimp Boil + Whale Mounting

Friday night came and went like the first night sailors come back to land. After serving my mom's shrimp boil recipe we were quickly off to the races. One thing that I learned (and possibly the only thing I can admit learning when publishing a blog on the WWW) is that measurements on the ship are commonly measured in cigarettes and coffee cans, so I'll be using these to convey the recipe:



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Clams with Bacon, Bourbon and Jalapenos

Do you like bacon? Do you like bourbon? Do you like cream? Do you like spice? It seems like there are too many things going on in this dish, but it was so good that I made it multiple times this week. One of these instances I didn't even use any clams, dipping and devouring an entire Italian loaf by my lonesome.



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Bucatini with Clams and Red Peppers

This is one of the recipes we used for our Clams Three Ways Meal from the other night. My mom spotted the recipe in the July issue of Food and Wine.



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From Foul Mouth to Hanus: Mom n Dad Visit

My parents' visit was just long enough to notice the Pest of the Month sign on Main St. change from yellowjacket to tick. We filled in the time mainly with quahogging, cooking, and spending plenty of time at the beach.



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Elusive, Charismatic Pharmaceutical Salesman

You had on a blue polo. I made fun of your friend because his unzipped hoodie looked like a life-jacket. You told me I could borrow your surfing wet-suit on the promise that I would wear it over a business suit that would be revealed after boating to work.



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Buttermilk Bay Is The Worst

Ron said he knew where the honey hole was for quahogging. A few of us followed him to a "great spot to park", which ended up being the mail-woman's house from MMA (thanks Barb!). This area of Buttermilk Bay across from Eastwind Lobster ended up being a senior-only clam bed, but we gave the sea-floor a couple scrapes while we were there anyway. All we got were pieces of cars, glass, and other surprisingly large pieces of trash.



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Another Day Another Crab

Again my trap had no "lobstah for breakfast." Thankfully my work buddy Mirey helped me move the thing; it was tangled with another trap and loaded with about 30 pounds of stinking seaweed.



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I Caught You a Delicious Bass

Breanne, Marc and I did a fishing charter out of Falmouth for some Striper fishing. After a jigging arm workout we caught dinner and had a lil summer dinner party with fish tacos.



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We've Got Crabs

It was like Christmas morning coming to those lobster traps after having them out overnight. I couldn't wait to see if we were really going to have "lobstah fo breakfast." The weekend getaway group went down to the trap at MMA, and we found crabs and a really unfortunate fish.





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Lobster Traps and a Ferbie

My friends Marc and Breanne came to visit this weekend from Illinois for a lil fishing getaway. After getting some bait at Maco's we spotted a pile of lobster traps next door. The shop next door to Maco's has a faint smell of pee and piles of old things you can probably get tetinus from. It's the occasional gem of a wooden whale and other assorted nautical goodies that keep me braving the place. Today, however, we hit the jackpot.



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