As most of you guys determined from my
weekend preview post, I was off on a crab catching adventure. Yes, those were crab cakes pictured and yes, a year ago my hair was
much much longer! The crabbing adventures took place back at the homeland: Cape Cod, MA.
Keeping childhood traditions alive is very important to my sister and I. Nothing makes me happier than when Adam embraces such traditions (not included: hiking, skiing, 4-wheel drive beaching. Camping is still TBD.)
Since he discovered such an affection for crabbing, this year we planned a weekend for the 2nd annual trip and have been looking forward to it all summer. Blue crab season in New England is late August. We headed to "the spot" bright and early on Saturday after a filling breakfast spread compliments of my Mom.
A fresh fruit platter of cantaloupe, blueberries & raspberries (raspberries were picked from her garden that morning), English muffins w/ almond butter & beach plum jelly
and egg, cheese & garden fresh herb omlettes.
Over the years we've come to love a specific location. It's a secluded bridge over a marsh down a dirt road through the forest.
Sorry for being rather vague. I can't give away the local secrets to just anyone! I can tell you that Cape Cod is full of picturesque locations such as this, where we learned at a young age, tourists could be avoided with ease.
Techniques for catching crabs vary. In my family we keep it simple. A piece of driftwood tied with string acts as the line and raw chicken drumsticks serve as bait. A large net (the longer the better) and a tall bucket or two are also necessary equipment.
The tide dictates the best time of day to catch them, so we did our research and were after it bright and early, 9am. The basic rule of thumb is that crabs are most active during a moving tide.
Since the tides are always changing, I would recommend checking high and low tide times in the area before making a day of it. For example if we showed up here around 12 noon at high slack tide, we most certainly would have had a different experience (caught a lot less than we did).
It is really not the end of the world if you have to wait for the changing tide, as long as you are patient and prepared to spend time out in nature with loved ones.
My Mom joined us again this year, as well as her boyfriend John and his 15 year old son Aaron.
We each had corner of the bridge covered.
"Keepers" have to be at least 5 inches in length. There are a lot of babies out there that are much easier to catch. They will practically walk into your net. Take care to throw them back into their natural habitat.
The keepers should be kept in a dry bucket, meaning free of water so they do not suffocate. The goal is to keep them alive until you cook them. Adding seaweed and other debris from the marsh into the bucket keeps them at least somewhat hydrated without suffocating them.
If looking in this bucket makes you feel a little sad, I won't disagree with you. Sometimes me thinks, those poor crabbies, they must be so uncomfortable and very sad taken from their home, and all piled on top of each other like that. The other part of me remembers that catching your own food is a form of local and sustainable eating. From sea to table, this really is the circle of life in its purest form.
Bringing childhood traditions back to life in adulthood has its perks. Around 11 am, it was tea time.
I pretty much drink Twisted Tea once a year. This year I enjoyed a 24 oz can of the Backyard Batch.
After that I dug into the cooler full of Bud Light and Bud Light Lime.
My mom packed us lunch and we prepared our own wraps, tailgate style.
Grilled marinated chicken, garden tomatoes, lettuce, and tabouli salad on a pita wrap.
It was an absolutely gorgeous day, if you couldn't tell from my 801 scenery shots.
I peed in the woods a total of 3 times. I know you were curious! Back at home I took a few more glamor shots before John steamed all these bad boys up.
Guesses for how many crabs we caught? I'll give you a hint, last year we caught 24 and we far and away surpassed that number this year.
Up next: Crab cakes, tequila shots & polish horseshoe games.
Keeping childhood traditions alive is very important to my sister and I. Nothing makes me happier than when Adam embraces such traditions (not included: hiking, skiing, 4-wheel drive beaching. Camping is still TBD.)
A fresh fruit platter of cantaloupe, blueberries & raspberries (raspberries were picked from her garden that morning), English muffins w/ almond butter & beach plum jelly and egg, cheese & garden fresh herb omlettes.
Over the years we've come to love a specific location. It's a secluded bridge over a marsh down a dirt road through the forest. 
Sorry for being rather vague. I can't give away the local secrets to just anyone! I can tell you that Cape Cod is full of picturesque locations such as this, where we learned at a young age, tourists could be avoided with ease. 
Techniques for catching crabs vary. In my family we keep it simple. A piece of driftwood tied with string acts as the line and raw chicken drumsticks serve as bait. A large net (the longer the better) and a tall bucket or two are also necessary equipment. 
The tide dictates the best time of day to catch them, so we did our research and were after it bright and early, 9am. The basic rule of thumb is that crabs are most active during a moving tide. 
Since the tides are always changing, I would recommend checking high and low tide times in the area before making a day of it. For example if we showed up here around 12 noon at high slack tide, we most certainly would have had a different experience (caught a lot less than we did). 
It is really not the end of the world if you have to wait for the changing tide, as long as you are patient and prepared to spend time out in nature with loved ones. 
My Mom joined us again this year, as well as her boyfriend John and his 15 year old son Aaron.
We each had corner of the bridge covered.
"Keepers" have to be at least 5 inches in length. There are a lot of babies out there that are much easier to catch. They will practically walk into your net. Take care to throw them back into their natural habitat. 
The keepers should be kept in a dry bucket, meaning free of water so they do not suffocate. The goal is to keep them alive until you cook them. Adding seaweed and other debris from the marsh into the bucket keeps them at least somewhat hydrated without suffocating them. 
If looking in this bucket makes you feel a little sad, I won't disagree with you. Sometimes me thinks, those poor crabbies, they must be so uncomfortable and very sad taken from their home, and all piled on top of each other like that. The other part of me remembers that catching your own food is a form of local and sustainable eating. From sea to table, this really is the circle of life in its purest form. 
Bringing childhood traditions back to life in adulthood has its perks. Around 11 am, it was tea time. 
I pretty much drink Twisted Tea once a year. This year I enjoyed a 24 oz can of the Backyard Batch. 
After that I dug into the cooler full of Bud Light and Bud Light Lime. 
My mom packed us lunch and we prepared our own wraps, tailgate style. 
Grilled marinated chicken, garden tomatoes, lettuce, and tabouli salad on a pita wrap. 
It was an absolutely gorgeous day, if you couldn't tell from my 801 scenery shots.
I peed in the woods a total of 3 times. I know you were curious! Back at home I took a few more glamor shots before John steamed all these bad boys up.
Guesses for how many crabs we caught? I'll give you a hint, last year we caught 24 and we far and away surpassed that number this year.
Up next: Crab cakes, tequila shots & polish horseshoe games. 
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