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.
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