Monday, July 8, 2013

Mystic Seaport Is That Way

I told Tyson that he had to refer to Cape Cod as "the cape", or else everyone would know he was an amateur.  I told him this on the way to Bill and Bob's Famous Roast Beef, home of the Super Beef.  Bill and Bob's is famous in our house only for the chilly reception you get upon entering, but their bbq sauce is homemade and so spicy and delicious.

Anyway, Tyson told me he was a Cape Cod amateur, and what was so wrong with that?  And I said, nothing at all, good point.  At which point he raised his arms and yelled "Super Beef!" in celebration.

The Cape (I've been before) was lovely.  Parking is nonsense, but I think that's part of the appeal?  Edie took to it like a fish to water, minus getting in the water.  Which was understandable, as the water was approximately one million degrees below zero.  Wading in made your bones ache. Dunking your head stole your breath.

We escaped with minor sunburns (except for my lower back after an ill-advised nap ((Rome really wasn't built in a day, Annie)), and a sunburn circling like an anklet on James's feet), and left mid-afternoon to beat the rush, then ran through our home sprinkler and ate crab cakes and tater tots and corn-on-the-cob and pie, which, as it turns out, is the perfect meal after such a day.

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