Our last evening in Provincetown started out with me, by myself (as Significant Eater was on a business call), heading down to the breakwater/moors area to meditate. If anyone thinks I meditate, I don't, but this certainly wouldn't be a bad spot for it. I hung out for a while, contemplating the universe...it's really big.
Since the local relatives are in the food biz, many of their friends are as well. Fisher people, cooks, servers, etc. So we went to dinner at niece/nephew's home, where we were cooked for.
These came out of the water (from exactly where, I don't know) a few hours prior:
A fantastic razor clam ceviche, prepped by a friendly local chef. A few nights prior, we had a knockout scallop ceviche prepared by the same guy who provided these clams, as well as the large black sea bass:
Grilled, (scales on to keep it moister than possible), stuffed with bay and lemon. It was great. There were also Jonah crabs, grilled focaccia, stuffed and grilled Italian sweet peppers, and a rhubarb dessert mit schlag. I brought a couple bottles of wine, some other legal stuff was consumed, and a great time was had by all.
It was sad leaving, as we'd had a wonderful 4 days at the end of the world. But,
Rosie was happy to have us home.