Chesapeake Bay Crabs!
After a very long day of planes, trains and automobiles, we finally made it from Canterbury to Washington (via London and Dallas) and fell straight into bed. Sunday morning, however, we were up early and set off to visit the Chesapeake Bay. Purists will cringe and complain that it’s too early in the season for crabs, that they’re too light and full of water, and that the best crabs come later in the summer – but Aude had never had proper blue crabs before, and beggars can’t be choosers. We headed to a crab place on Kent Narrows and ordered a dozen large crabs, a plate of fried clams, several beers, and set to work.
After lunch, we drove around the coast for a while, eventually making our way to Terrapin Park, where we walked nearly to the base of the Bay Bridge. The weather was beautiful and we both came home with rather embarrassing farmers’ tans – Aude with white shoulders, me with one arm darker than the other because it had been in the sun.
