Thursday, June 18, 2009
I once lived on the ocean up in New England; far away from our Bed and Breakfast in Lancaster County. The name of this small bucolic fishing community was Rockport. The village on the North Shore of Boston has a quaint little downtown area that seemed to have been stuck back in time. Great little shops, the old time pharmacy, a country store and even the corner bakery were all mainstays when I lived there. Lobstering was a big deal in the area with every nook and cranny along the warf covered with a lobster trap just waiting to be baited and set. The town is all that a vibrant fishing community could be.
When I lived there, I never really appreciated the seafood; Working in a restaurant I ordered it, prepared it, cooked it... it was everywhere. So my desire for good seafood, although I appreciated it, was not great. I would nibble of some of the freshest of flounder or enjoy the richest seafood bisque one could enjoy. Often, I would enjoy a lost claw in the Lobster Pot, danggling the meat above a bowl of butter... Oh, no big deal. It was all there EVERY DAY!
So after living there for about 16 years, having enjoyed all that one could up there, I thought I had seen it all. The only thing I did not do is go on a whale watch... awww,that's ok! I don't have sea legs anyway. The time is good to leave, new beginnings, promising days ahead and besides, I had my fill of seafood... Or did I?
So living down here in Lancaster running our bed and breakfast we have grown to enjoy the freshest of produce, the home cooked meals and the exciting meats that are prepared at quite a few of the butcheries. The choices are many. One of the only things, as in Rockport, I have not done is something just as campy as a whale watch; A horse and buggy ride.
So that one day I wanted a great piece of fresh fish, you know the kind you get at the little family restaurant that sells fried clams, boiled lobster, backed haddock all fresh fresh fresh... you know... don't you? Anyone? Hey, who can help me? Rats it was no where to be found. I was lost. What was I to do. Where is that lost lobster claw swimming at the bottom of the pot? What happened to last drops of seafood bisque that was just enough for a taste. It was all gone.
So recipe for my problem... 1) Phone call to Rockport, 2) Drive to New England, 3) Dinner at Farnhams. And maybe just maybe while I am there I could go Whale Watching. Who knows it depends on how much of a tourist I become. I will let you know.