Since Farmer Ted and I were independent of the spawn today, and since we have spent the last two days trying to get stuff done around the house and not die of heatstroke, we decided today we’d mix it up. We started our morning at Longwood Gardens, where we have a membership. The membership is nice because we can walk in anytime and not feel the need to see everything before we leave. It sure came in handy today. We took a brief hike in the meadow, and ended up seeking relief from the sun in the forest. Seeking further relief, we decided over a beer at the cafe to take an impromptu road trip. For blue crabs and a Bloody Mary to sort of celebrate the 4th Southern style.
Why you ask? I’ll tell you why. I was good and pissed off. There was a chef on the morning news today, some local who decided he was going to bring Philadelphia “Frogmore Stew” right from the Lowcountry. Which is, coincidentally, exactly where Ted and I are from. He had his potatoes, corn, onion and your preferred cooked sausage going. All good. He added shrimp. Still good. Then he added clams and mussels. WTF? Clams, I can see the mistake. They are indigenous to the Lowcountry, even though they are more of a New England/Northeastern USA staple. Down in the Lowcountry, we prefer our bivalves to be of the oyster variety. And, never in Frogmore stew. Mussels? Found primarily in Canade and Europe? Absofuckinglutely not. I am all about bringing the people up here food from the Lowcountry, but please get it right. To add insult to injury, this moron was serving it in bowls with the pot water. Ugh. This is how it is served. Not, in water primarily used to boil potatoes.
So, I was pissed and missing home on the holiday and Farmer Ted and I decided to take a trip to somewhere below the Mason Dixon line. For blue crabs and a Bloody Mary to sort of celebrate the 4th Southern style. Sort of you ask? Sort of because the only day trip possibility would be somewhere in Maryland, and those people absolutely ruin a good crab by boiling it in 50 pounds of Old Bay. This is an abomination y’all. Blue crab has a beautiful sweet flavor. When you smother it in Old Bay, all you taste is Old Bay. Boil it naked, and then have the spices or sauces or melted garlic butter on the side. Anywho, we set our course for Havre De Grace, Maryland. It’s only an hour drive, and I had heard somewhere we could get some blue crab and hopefully be able to request it minus the seasoning.
Tune in tomorrow to find out if we got crabs…