Crabbed Out.

As I mentioned yesterday, my mom came home with a huge box of fresh crabs. As in, she had just bought it the night before and had steamed it all before flying out of Alaska at 6am the other day. Some of them had cracked shells so some of its juices came spilling out of the box but my ever so efficient husband had it cleaned up in no time. THE FAT! ‘Twas truly amazing. I didn’t have a camera on hand but I promise you there were about 25 crabs in total. Because some shells had cracked, the purple fatty parts were just oozing out. Feast for the eyes, no less! Neighbors across the street from my mom’s place were kinda staring at us so it was but right that we gave them a few pieces. We’re nice neighbors, you see. I hope they enjoyed it because by the time we had dinner, that stuff was soooo sweet and fresh. Popped it into the microwave and it was slurp, slurp, slurp. Didn’t get as PG as I wanted as after a while, so much crab (we cracked open 2 between E and I) gets to be pretty overwhelming. Plus, I don’t enjoy legs at all. I just like the inner part. Mainly because I don’t like to put stress on my teeth and we didn’t have a cracker thingamajig. Sadly, there’s about 10 pieces of crabs sitting in our freezer and it’s just a shame they’re going to sit there. I’m so crabbed out — yes, after last night’s semi-feast. I’m pretty maarte like that, I guess. Once it’s frozen, I no longer desire it. I like them super duper fresh. Arte, I know. Crab cakes? Eh. I don’t have the patience.