i wanted crab for my birthday dinner.
my dad told me the crabbers were on strike.
but john at the fish market pulled through with some from washington.
i must say,
i couldn't tell the difference,
but let's just keep that between us;)
when we went to the harbor we saw all of the crab pots lined up with RV's in the harbor parking lot.
crab pots on boats stacked as high as they could go.
all waiting for an agreement on how much the fishermen were going to get paid per piece of crab.
it was amazing to see all of the pots.
and all of the fishermen just waiting to go out.
i'm betting there's a lot of crabs out there with all of the pots sitting on the shore.
fresh calamari and chowder.
i eat the leg ones.
they are my favorite part:)
white sauce and lemon.
i can now die a happy woman.
hard to believe i grew up in such a beautiful place.
all i remember is fog,
flip flops and sweatshirts,
and amazing greasy mexican food.