So, on Sunday afternoon, still a little groggy after eating, drinking and dancing the whole night away at our friends’ wedding, we set up our station at the beach, and I asked Jeff to go get some mussels and fries for us to eat right there, toes-almost-in-water.
While we waited, Amelia found that a bunch of whole, live mussels had washed up on the shore!
It took a long time. Quite a bit longer than I had expected… But Jeff did not come back empty-handed. It turns out that no one actually packs mussels up to be eaten on the beach! But Jeff did not want to let me down, and so he persisted, visiting all of the restaurants on the beach front, asking, until someone threw up his hands and shrugged apathetically, “Ok, fine! I will do it. But if you don’t bring back the pot, then f— you.” Jeff said, No problem!
And this is what he brought me:
What a treat! I ate mostly mussels, Amelia ate mostly fries, and Jeff had equal parts of each.
And of course these guys were especially vigilant…
And I will admit it: I felt ridiculously lucky to be eating mussels just a few feet from the ocean they had come from.
Well done, Jeff!
And, so, another wonderful summertime beach + food memory was made…
What is your best beach food memory? I love to hear about this sort of thing!