There’s something special about flounder, or fluke, as I’ve always known it. It brings back memories of coming in from a day of weir fishing to Stage Harbor, the air filled with salt and sun, families and fishermen alike drifting in small skiffs with hand lines over the rails. The harbor would be alive. Sailboats, catboats, and working boats crossing paths as they came through the channel. I can still picture small skiffs bobbing gently with someone hauling up a shimmering fl

On Cape Cod, fish cakes have always been a story of resourcefulness and tradition. Families once relied on salt cod and potatoes to make...

EASY TO MAKE: Baked Summer Flounder Caught fresh from the waters of Nantucket Sound by Chatham Harvesters Cooperative members Captain...