Lobster Trap Essay

My father had a lobster trap and also would dig Quahogs to steam open. He would grind up leftover clams and make his owned stuffed quahogs which were really good. He had the trap in the Cape Cod Canal by the train bridge where he worked for the Army Corps of Engineers. He was always complaining that “somebody” was checking his trap for him at night and on weekends. It didn’t really matter if that was true or not. He would get so many lobsters we would throw the bodies away and just eat the claws and tails. He would dig the clams in Monument Beach. Once my girlfriend at the time who is my wife now and I went with him to dig clams. For every one we would find he would get 10 or so with his rake.
My Grandmother would visit for a few weeks in the summer every year after my grandfather had passed away and she made it a point to get as many lobsters as possible. She didn’t say much about the clams but she would take the lobsters and put quite a bit of time into getting as much out of them as possible. I would inhale the meat form the tail and claws before she had her first claw cracked open. …show more content…
One time at a family function she referred to my father and one of his brothers as “kitchen help”. She would dismiss my favorite food, pasta e fagioli or “pastafazool” as peasant food. To her it was a step down from what she cooked which was also really good. Her chicken cacciatore was the best I have ever had. We can’t ever have that now in my house because my wife was pregnant and had mono while on a visit to Milford to see my grandmother and my Auntie Joe who lived across the street. My Grandmother and her sister did not talk much so it was always a two location visit. Between my Auntie Joe keeping us hostage, kid kicking inside her, and the tiredness from mono it was too much to take so chicken cacciatore is out forever unless I get it at a