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<\/a>Crabmeisters of Wainscott Beach: Frank and Greg.<\/p><\/div>\n
Blue is my favorite color. Bluefin tuna, bluefish, blue claw crabs. Big brother Frank is a master at catching blue claws in a secret spot near Wainscott beach (he’s no slouch with a blueberry muffin pan either, but that’s another culinary story). I can’t tell you exactly where we get the blue claws, but if you make a left at the Wainscott pumpkin patch, follow that street until the end, and then hoof it east a quarter mile, you should be able to find it. If not, don’t despair: according to Harvey Bennett of The Tackle Shop<\/a>, this has been a banner year for crabs. “They’re everywhere”.<\/p>\n In the absence of finny creatures to hook in the surf during his recent visit from the Left Coast, Frank\u00a0led a pair of mid-afternoon crab-catching safaris, demonstrating his\u00a0locavore<\/a> prowess.\u00a0The first foray with brother-in-law Avuncular Phil resulted in a crab-sauce pasta dinner.\u00a0And with help from Denver friends Greg and Barbara\u00a0a few days later, we scored enough to share our bounty with the local Chinese restaurant. In return, Chin’s of Amagansett cooked up our half in a finger-licking black bean sauce. Who’s ready for\u00a0an alfresco Indian Summer lunch\u00a0of\u00a0succulent, spicy crabs washed down with cold HB Oktoberfest beer? Repeat after me: “Yum”!<\/p>\n