We're on the Outer Banks this week, and our almost-going-away dinner featured local seafood. I've never been one to require variety in my diet -- if something I love is in season, I'll eat it five meals in a row. So confronted with fresh crabmeat, I doubled down, with crab bisque and a crab cake sandwich.
The others ate mahi-mahi, caught in the Gulf Stream, only 12 miles offshore.
And the five-year-old ate a hot dog -- or should I say a sea dog?