A serious task awaits



A serious task awaits.  I break out my fine 10 oz. claw hammer; it’s perfectly weighted in my hand for these small jobs. I also gather up the one decent pliers in this house, (the one that doesn’t slip open into the wide mouth position willy-nilly,) and a small pick.

I prepare the work surface with a block of wood and a stack of newspapers to blot up liquids.  I find my glasses to better observe my work.  Hammer in hand, my object before me, I give it a good thwack – the insect’s brittle outer shell cracks and reveals a succulent morsel of crab meat.

Which I spear, (while wishing I possessed a small fish fork,) drizzle with a lemon quarter and dip into some homemade red tartar sauce, (like you really thought I’d buy that?) and pop into my mouth.   Gustatory heaven.

Teresa brought me a Dungeness crab along with tomatoes and zucchini in my sustenance package.  She is spoiling me!  I ate the whole thing - with great relish.

Teresa's son has been fishing again. Had I guessed how useful sons could be, I might have had one myself.

Comments

Janice said…
Mmmmm! I love crab! Though I don't like the cracking so much. It's worth the work, however.

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