About a month ago, I went to Redondo Beach with my parents. I was off that day and it was getting close to lunch time for me. While I was approaching that behgopa crazy stage, I received a text from my mom asking if I wanted to go eat crabs with her and my dad. And I replied “Ok”. Sometimes I am glad that I taught her and my dad how to text. Other times, I wish I never did…like when my mom incessantly texts me to nag about things. Then it leaves me feeling, “Oh God! Why on earth did I teach her how to text?!”
“No not yet…..wait oh there it is! I got it now…now let me send you something”. And this went on for hours. They were so fascinated and telling us, “Wow you guys live in such an amazing world. Back in our days, we couldn’t even dream of something like this”. And I think they were most amazed with discovering the video chats. Don’t even get me started on when they learned how to photo/video text. My mom loves sending photos and videos, which I don’t even open half the time. It’s always corny stuff like…a cartoon character dancing and saying good morning or something.
Family and I used to visit RB pretty much every single weekend at one point. And like with many of my other family trips/outings as a kid, it was sometimes against my free will. My parents always loved fishing and they’d drag us. I hated fishing, still do (as expressed in a previous post)! We’d fish at the pier or sometimes go on a boat. I guess I had no choice but to give fishing a try. And I don’t even know if what I was doing was actually considered fishing. The only task I would partake in was the reeling in part. My dad hooked the bait (cuz there was no way I’d be touching worms or whatever icky bait used)…and when the fish bit, I’d reel it in with excitement and my dad would unhook the fish and handle the whole fishy situation from there.
RB has been only a 20 minute drive for us, but we have even camped out there in our RV a few times. I’m guessing it was one of those weekends when my parents really wanted to go all out on fishing. Luckily, in the later years, we (the kids) didn’t have to participate in the fishing boredom the entire time. Our housekeeper/nanny, BL and her husband would come along with us and she’d be the one staying with us while parents and BL’s husband went off for their fun. It was so cool without all the parental restrictions. We could do whatever we wanted, stay as long as we wanted at where we wanted.
My brothers and I took a liking in crab fishing. I hated fish fishing but loved crab fishing. I am talking about those little crabs that crawl around under the rocks. We’d hunt for those little crabs and put them in our bucket. My dad made us this crab fishing pole out of one of my brother’s old Fisher Price toy fishing poles). It was pretty cool and so kid friendly to use. He attached a hook on the end to hook crab bait. Once, I accidently dropped the pole underneath the rocks. I was attempting to reach for it. And there was this family that was watching me crab fish that saw me drop it and tries to get it from underneath the rocks. I was like…oh what nice people! They are trying to help me fetch the pole that I dropped. I stood there, waiting to see if they can grab it. And when they do, they hand it over to their little girl for her to play with. I was like WTF?? They saw me drop it and knew that it was mine and they basically steal what is mine….and right in front of my face!
We’d take home the little crabs and play with them and try to raise them as our pets. I remember even taking it in to class for “Show and tell” once. Of course, we would break off their pinchers since we didn’t want to be getting pinched. I can’t remember what we fed them, but I am sure it wasn’t the best crab food option since they usually died pretty quickly, within days. And of course, the housing we provided for them probably wasn’t the best either. As kids, what did we know about raising crabs? Not much!
There are more regulations and restrictions now about climbing/going down on these rocks. It’s now forbidden. I guess too many people have fallen and gotten injured. There’s always someone to ruin it for everyone else!
And there’s some banquet hall looking place that was a photo studio at one point. We had a family picture taken there once and had a “Fishing on a boat” themed background. Memories!!~~~
I used to love that wooden mallet, which I used to call, “the hammer”. I always got a kick out of hammering the crab legs to get to the meat. As a kid, sometimes, I’d hammer the crab legs a little too hard and the shells would crack into tiny bits into the meat. We always ordered the same things, – the shrimps and the crabs. My love for things spicy started at a young age….I loved that red spicy sauce that always came with the crabs and shrimps.
The crabs and shrimps didn’t taste like anything of what I remember. I mean, I can’t say that I can actually remember the exact taste in full detail….but what I do remember is how much I used to look forward to eating the crabs and shrimps and how I LOVED eating them.
After the shrimps and crabs that turned out to be MEH, our last dish came out….MEHWONTANG (Spicy Seafood Stew)!
But to my surprise, the maewoontang was yum! It was just the right amount of spicy to be soothingly comforting. And if you didn’t know already, I am a huge fan of spicy soupy comfort food.
The name of this restaurant is Pacific Fish Center & Restaurant. Ever since this Korean owned place opened at RB (I think in the 90’s or so), it is where we started coming for our crab and shrimp feast tradition. I think that is when we made the switch over from eating at that other location (with the outside seating). I remember that my parents were really excited when this place first opened. To me, it didn’t really make a difference where at RB we ate the crabs and shrimps. I just followed my parents.
I think my parents are going to be one of those couples that….when the time comes, they will leave together too. You know…those couples that cannot live without the other. When one of them goes, the other will follow within days because they don’t know how to live without the other. Our family friend’s grandparents were like that. They had been together since their teens…and they lived into their 90’s. The grandpa was the first one to go…and within weeks, the grandma followed.
This is how I imagine my parents, -living into their 90’s or 100’s and one not leaving the other first too soon because they wouldn’t know how to live without the other.