Yet another Mussel Fest I somehow skipped. (Photos by JohnsPhotos.net)
You can’t fool me.
I worked on the mussel rafts down in Penn Cove for four long months in my younger days.
I’ve seen (and smelt) things up close and extremely personal.
Put all the butter, cream, wine, and seasonings on top of the gelatinous hunks o’ junk you want … mussels are still an unholy abomination against nature itself.
Look, I know the annual festival is good financially for Coupeville, especially on a cold, rain-splattered weekend in the non-tourist season.
So, go chew on the stuff the scavenger birds have trouble keeping down.
And may God have mercy on your souls (and your intestinal well-being)…
Coupeville Sports 