Some Pictures from My Summer Vacation
Apologies for the light posting of late, but I’ve been away on vacation. I’m up on Cape Cod with my family. We come here every summer for a few weeks of sun, sand, and seafood. Cape Cod, in addition to being a very beautiful place, has some of the best seafood in the world, and we spend two weeks gorging ourselves on the local bounty: lobster, clams, oysters, scallops, striped bass, cod, monkfish, halibut, tuna. Some wine is consumed, too, although the Burgundy premox plague hit us hard a few nights ago: I had to dump a bottle of the 2000 Bonneau du Martray Corton-Charlemagne and a bottle of the 2001 Louis Carillon Puligny Montrachet Les Perrières, both of which were completely shot. But aside from those hiccups, we’ve had our usual blissful sojourn. It is a very simple vacation, spent in a quaint cottage located down a dirt road, and it is heaven for us.
My 10-year-old son James is an avid fisherman, and for his birthday each year, we take a fishing trip on a charter boat out of Wellfleet Harbor. We go with the same guy every year—Jerre Austin, a former commercial fisherman (he once landed an 1100-pound blue fin tuna by himself) who now works as a police officer in Wellfleet and runs charters on the side (his wife Barbara is a celebrated clam and oyster farmer and supplies many of the local restaurants and fish stores, including the one we frequent). Jerre is a wonderful guy, and he always manages to find us fish. Usually, we land a mix of blues and striped bass. While the blues are fun to catch—they put up an epic fight—they are not great eating, so we toss them back. We love striped bass, so we keep those.
The fishing was challenging this year: we spent three futile hours jigging through the waters of Cape Cod Bay before we finally got a bite. In the span of five minutes, I pulled two 30-inch stripers aboard, and they were dinner that night. Needless to say, fish doesn’t get fresher than that. In fact, we are so spoiled by the seafood here that we hardly eat fish the rest of the year—the difference in quality is that hard to swallow. Anyway, I thought some of you might enjoy photos of our dinner’s journey from Bay to plate, along with a few other pictures from our feeding frenzy here on the Cape.