I've gotten it cheap. Real cheap. But you guys have to show me what I'm doing wrong in my own backyard.
On another note, I still remember the week in 1970 when my dad came home with six bushels of scallops. He also brought me a present. A shucking knife. We had fried scallops, baked scallops, grilled scallops, scallop casserole, scallop omelets, scallop pie, scallop stew. By the time those things were gone, I wouldn't look at a scallop for years.
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