For the love of seafood
If you’re like me, it just doesn’t get any better than seafood.
I’m not quite sure when or how I developed my love for seafood. My dad didn’t care for seafood, so outside of the occasional salmon patties my mom made, a fried fish dinner from Captain D’s or family visits to restaurants for special occasions, I didn’t have much seafood as a child.
But these days, there’s not much I won’t eat. Shrimp, clams, crab, scallops, oysters, mussels, calamari, lobster and all manner of fish, whether fried, steamed, grilled, broiled or roasted and included in soups or pastas or hibachi-style or topped with almost any kind of sauce or seasoning or dipped in cocktail sauce or tartar sauce, all mixed with lemon juice — that’s the way I like it.
My only request is that you not ask me to eat raw fish (or rare beef, for that matter). All of my meats must be cooked.
My love of seafood was part of the reason I really wanted to cover the Poquoson Seafood Festival, because after I was done working, I could spend a few bucks with local merchants and get some great quality seafood. I wasn’t disappointed — everything I saw, and especially everything I ate, was on point. I was pleased at the variety, and there were even a few non-seafood items to please the palates of those who might have come to the festival without a particular love for all things from the ocean.
The kids’ area, the vendors and the entertainment also attracted a significant amount of attention throughout the festival, and although the Sunday of the festival had to be canceled for weather, it still looked like everyone was having a great time Saturday.
My compliments to the chefs, and to the organizers of the event.