Friday, June 12, 2015
I have lived here for more than four years now and I am still in awe of the natural beauty of the woods and waterways of Buzzards Bay. Such a beautiful area of the world.
Fifty-one years ago I was born and then adopted in Boston. Six years ago I found my birth mother, a wonderful and beautiful lady whom I love very much. It turns out that my ancestors have been living on Cape Cod, in the village of Buzzards Bay for many generations (back to the Crossing Of The Pond in 1634). I was unexplainably drawn to the area and could not leave during an unstable time in my life. On my own, I have settled here and absolutely love it. Over time I have discovered my family roots and the strong bond to this area. It is indeed a special and magical place to Be.
The beaches are chalk-full of shellfish and fish. The water is always cold...refreshing. During the summer the beaches are full of tourists. When the tide is changing, people flock by foot and boat to harvest the shellfish, which are incredibly prolific. This year I bought a fishing permit, and plan to get a somewhat expensive shellfish license. In the long run, a year-long $35 shellfish permit is much less expensive compared to a dinner in restaurants. So much gratification with making a seafood meal on your own.
I tend to eat some of these straight from the waters. The little periwinkles, the oysters and clams are so tasty when plucked from the waters and eaten right there. Briny and fresh and delightfully flavorful they are. A real treat they are.