Tuna Tartare Night

There are days when you just want to bite into a raw tuna steak. I was having a diner party and I wanted to make tartare with ginger, avocado and something faintly sweet to it, like honey.





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*Real* Nautical Food

I've been told worst thing that can happen on a training ship is to run out of peanut butter. Luckily the USTS Kennedy was well-equipped with giant tubs of it, along with surprisingly good meals every day.



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Grilled Quahogs for One

This morning I was out of eggs. Luckily, I had a handful of quahogs from my last outing. Being lazy in the morning, I decided to just throw these on the grill. It's quick and easy, and the great taste of the lil guys doesn't get masked by anything else.



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Friday Night Shrimp Boil + Whale Mounting

Friday night came and went like the first night sailors come back to land. After serving my mom's shrimp boil recipe we were quickly off to the races. One thing that I learned (and possibly the only thing I can admit learning when publishing a blog on the WWW) is that measurements on the ship are commonly measured in cigarettes and coffee cans, so I'll be using these to convey the recipe:



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Clams with Bacon, Bourbon and Jalapenos

Do you like bacon? Do you like bourbon? Do you like cream? Do you like spice? It seems like there are too many things going on in this dish, but it was so good that I made it multiple times this week. One of these instances I didn't even use any clams, dipping and devouring an entire Italian loaf by my lonesome.



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Bucatini with Clams and Red Peppers

This is one of the recipes we used for our Clams Three Ways Meal from the other night. My mom spotted the recipe in the July issue of Food and Wine.



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From Foul Mouth to Hanus: Mom n Dad Visit

My parents' visit was just long enough to notice the Pest of the Month sign on Main St. change from yellowjacket to tick. We filled in the time mainly with quahogging, cooking, and spending plenty of time at the beach.



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Elusive, Charismatic Pharmaceutical Salesman

You had on a blue polo. I made fun of your friend because his unzipped hoodie looked like a life-jacket. You told me I could borrow your surfing wet-suit on the promise that I would wear it over a business suit that would be revealed after boating to work.



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Buttermilk Bay Is The Worst

Ron said he knew where the honey hole was for quahogging. A few of us followed him to a "great spot to park", which ended up being the mail-woman's house from MMA (thanks Barb!). This area of Buttermilk Bay across from Eastwind Lobster ended up being a senior-only clam bed, but we gave the sea-floor a couple scrapes while we were there anyway. All we got were pieces of cars, glass, and other surprisingly large pieces of trash.



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Another Day Another Crab

Again my trap had no "lobstah for breakfast." Thankfully my work buddy Mirey helped me move the thing; it was tangled with another trap and loaded with about 30 pounds of stinking seaweed.



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