every summer, my family gathers in Nantucket and eats a ridiculous amount of seafood. this side of the family is Chinese, so eating in general is pretty much the activity of choice, and when it comes to seafood, they can hoover up enormous quantities. with the exception of the traditional Lobster Of Enormousness, we catch all our own. now, i had no idea that Nantucket was somewhat of a high-flutin' sort of vacation spot until i was in college, because it was simply the name of the place that my uncle & aunt had since before i was born. we're not typical Nantucket vacationers anyway; we don't come from old money East and we're not exactly white people. besides, i'm told that only "locals" go through the trouble of obtaining licenses to catch their own food out there.
the adults have passed on to the kids the skills: how to catch blue crabs, how to pry open the hundred clams you just harvested for Clams Casino, how to make a floaty crustacean/bivalve basket out of an innertube you found in the trash and some plastic twine (thanks, Aunt Dorene). i'm thankful that i am part of a family that doesn't separate food and love and shared time into separate categories; all three are interconnected, and you can't have one without the others. that's what having happy tastebuds are all about.