11 hours ago
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
Don't Make the Crab Cross
My night fisherman arrived home around 5 in the morning with a bucket full of crabs. They were aggressive and actually killed one of their own.
Who knew crabs carried paper and crayons in their shells. These crabs were unemployed so they had time to picket.
The beautiful cooked. It was quite a lucheon for the six of us. We were crunching claws with needlenose pliers and juice and crab meat went flying all over the mirror, the walls and Fritz's eyebrow. We learned that the luxury meat is best retrieved outside where the wildlife cleans up after you.