My doctor told me I needed more omega-3s in my diet, so naturally, I took that as a personal challenge to eat my body weight in butter-soaked crab. With the Washington summer ticking away faster than my willpower at an all-you-can-eat buffet, I knew I had to act.
There is a sacred window right now where the weather is still gorgeous, and the ocean’s bounty is practically begging to be devoured.
Forget tiny, Instagram-worthy portions of kale; I am talking about a seafood feast so colossal it requires its own zip code. If you’re like me and believe that eating shell-cracking, messy, finger-licking good seafood is the true peak of seasonal living, you need a game plan…