I have two confessions:
- Today I was planning on sharing a recipe for delicious parsley-basil pesto that I made last weekend, but you know what, I decided it was just too much food and my blog needed a break from that.
- This post may be titled Welfleet Oyster Fest, but there are actually very few pictures of the actual event due to unforeseen circumstances.
When I got into the car with my mom and Pat in New Haven on Friday night, Pat turned to me and said, "Did you hear that there is a norovirus and there will be no raw oysters served at the fest this year?" I said, "What?!?!?!?" and my mom confirmed that this was in fact, a true statement. So, we did travel to and attend the Welfleet Oyster Fest in Cape Cod last weekend, but there were no oysters (at least locally sourced) due to a bacterial outbreak in the oyster beds. I believe they did have oysters sourced from other locations but after my dad gave a speech about how it was not worth risking days of severe food poisoning for a couple tastes of briny goodness, I decided to hold off until next year. That being said, there was still seafood galore and I indulged myself with one of the most delicious bowls of clam chowder I've ever had.
This past weekend also made me realize that I am truly a beach person. You know when people ask the question, "would you rather have a house in the mountains or a house at the beach?" Well, sometimes I ponder having one in the mountains (I do love them!) but my gut tells me that I would prefer to be at the beach 100%, even in the winter. Something in life that gives me extreme anxiety is living more than 30 or 40 minutes away from a beach. I know this sounds nuts, but it is a serious issue and the main reason why I don't think I could ever live somewhere in America that was not on one of the coasts. Being landlocked freaks me out!! Also, I love seafood and I do not trust seafood that is not fresh from the shore. There is a reason why I would never order sushi in the midwest!
The weather this weekend at the Cape was perfect - the beaches were almost empty (aside from a lone surfer - is that dangerous?!) and I felt a calmness settling over the entire place. Of course we made all of our usual stops at Snowy Owl Coffee Roasters for the best brew around, and Hopkin's House Bakery for molasses cookies, but aside from those destinations and the Oyster Fest the weekend was very relaxing. The foliage this time of year in New England is just perfect and I loved taking it all in on the drive back to the train station on Sunday. Colors like that haven't quite hit New York yet, but I'll have to take advantage of them when they do.