ROCKLAND, ME (March 18, 2009) – On the first Saturday afternoon in March, warmer than any other afternoon in recent memory, Elizabeth Cuccinello pulls up to the Good Tern co-op. In the bed of her truck is a big turquoise cooler.
Soon people begin to arrive, greeting Cuccinello with hugs and small talk. She opens the cooler and pulls out bag after bag of freshly caught Maine shrimp. They are a bright carmine in their shells, feelers bristling and black eyes bright, many with bluish eggs attached. On the
tongue, these shrimp are particularly sweet and tender. People receive the bags into their arms, a gift from the sea. "I’m like the shrimp fairy," Cuccinello says.
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