One fish, two fish, Rosh Hoshanah bluefish. Oh the dinner we ate.
September 10, 2010
On Friday, the second of the oh-so-fishable High Holy Days, big brother Frank and I returned to the scene of the crime: Turtle Cove, steps to the west of the Montauk Lighthouse jetty. “You can never dis the Cove,” is our mantra. We were joined by brother-in-law “Avuncular” Phil Cecchini who turned out to be our good luck charm. We held our ground on the gravelly shore of Turtle Cove for the better part of an hour, watching keeper bass churn the waters left and right of us in the rocks. Our patience paid off when a school of fish came within our casting range. And they did not get away. The Rosh Hoshanah Blitz of 2010 gave up our dinner. That night we dined royally on grilled bluefish in a light olive oil, soy sauce and garlic marinade, lobster bisque, calamari salad, tiella de patate e pomodori (Apulian potato-tomato casserole), Napa cabbage and tomato salad, and peach crostata for dessert.
Lighthouse Blues: One fish, two fish, Rosh Hoshanah bluefish; Oh the dinner we ate