With a smudge on her ass, Bay Rhumb was hauled today at about
12:30 p.m. It was a hasty arrangement: I called yesterday and
inquired about a Friday haul-out, after getting an update on weather
disturbance 'Sandy", who may cause some bothersome winds and
unusually elevated water levels. Rick's Marina obliged, realizing the
monetary opportunity, and before I knew it, I was swiping my Visa
rewards card, emitting a sigh of relief. I'll look at the bill next week.
BTW, it was a slimy bottom I saw after spending the last six
months as far up Forked River as you can possibly go. It's a trade-
off: Slime up-river as opposed to massive barnacles downstream.
They stopped and asked me if I wanted a super-soap wash, or just
a simple power wash. Guess what I said.
After leaving my girl in the yard, I felt I needed to bring some shore
home with me. Jonah crab claws fit the bill. The crabs are hauled
up in lobster pots, and the lobstermen rip one claw off from each
crab, and throw the crab back in, allowing it to survive and generate
another meaty appendage. It works. They're the delicious, but
cheaper version of the Miami stone crabs. I made some whole-grain
mustard mayo to go along with the crabmeat. Yum.
Barnegat littlenecks, steamed with vermouth, onions, celery seeds,
mustard seeds, and basil. I thought we may have had too much to
eat before dinner but I was proven wrong, happily.
Mise en Place. I felt obligated to sprinkle some Old Bay on the
blowfish, seeing that it was the only item from Maryland. I hope
Mitch appreciated that mild shout-out. It's a collateral catch.
In Maryland, when they pull up the crab pots, there are blowfish
swishing around inside, since these puffers are bottom feeders
whose preferences are shellfish. They have a mild, white
flesh, and it's easily pulled from the bone. The other fish is flounder
from Barnegat Bay, which is the go-to choice for anyone looking
for a taste of New Jersey. It happens to be Baywife's favorite.
The last of the Jersey Tomatoes, with Mozzarella Bocconcinis,
Cured Olives, Garbanzo Beans, Basil, Olive Oil, Balsamic Vinegar,
and Sea Salt. A bowl of soul. ( I had to do something with the can
of Garbanzos I opened just for the stupid jury duty post, O Docker).
Spinach. Mature spinach. Baby spinach is over-rated and more
expensive. I'm strongs to the finishk when I eats me spinichk.
Flounder with Brussels Sprouts ripped from the stalk, with a ton of
butter, served with another ton of butter mixed with white wine,
capers, and lemon juice.
Blowfish with sauteed mature spinach, and the same delicious
sauce pictured in the previous photo.
After leaving my summer behind today, I needed to at least bring
some of it back home with me. I'm going back next week to
take the sails down and winterize the nether regions, and I plan to
once again cull some flavors from my memory of the warmer months
one last time, to savor the essences of my favorite time of year.