First Crab
This has been a week of treats. My Fairy Godson arrived for a nice, long visit and we had a lot of fun. We went for a hike in the Oakland hills, swam together in the Plunge, and saw a fun movie with him, Moonrise Kingdom, destined to become a cult classic. He also showed us the first several episodes of the new season of Downton Abbey on his computer during a rainy afternoon - like all the youth, he doesn't have to wait for it to be shown on TV - he knows how to download it from the interwebs. We poked through the shops in Mill Valley. And we had our first Dungeness crab of the season.
When we spread out the newspapers for a crab feast, the menu is very simple: sour dough baguette with unsalted butter, green beans, cracked and cleaned crab - that's it. No need to fancy it up with sauces or napkins or even plates. We just pull a few paper towels off the roll, put the claw crackers and picks out, and we are good to go.
We had prosecco this time to add to the fun. We toasted My Beloved's health (the best treat of all this week was that My Beloved's recent diagnosis of early stage prostate cancer turned out not to need immediate treatment), clinked glasses, and dug in. Within minutes, we were up to our elbows in crabby juice. We eat the green beans with our fingers, too - the champagne flutes and the lighted candles were the only concession to civilization. Dinner at Downton Abbey it is not.
As Thanksgiving approaches, let me take a minute to wish you a great Thanksgiving, good health, and your first crab of the season.
When we spread out the newspapers for a crab feast, the menu is very simple: sour dough baguette with unsalted butter, green beans, cracked and cleaned crab - that's it. No need to fancy it up with sauces or napkins or even plates. We just pull a few paper towels off the roll, put the claw crackers and picks out, and we are good to go.
We had prosecco this time to add to the fun. We toasted My Beloved's health (the best treat of all this week was that My Beloved's recent diagnosis of early stage prostate cancer turned out not to need immediate treatment), clinked glasses, and dug in. Within minutes, we were up to our elbows in crabby juice. We eat the green beans with our fingers, too - the champagne flutes and the lighted candles were the only concession to civilization. Dinner at Downton Abbey it is not.
As Thanksgiving approaches, let me take a minute to wish you a great Thanksgiving, good health, and your first crab of the season.
8 Comments:
The crab sounds perfect, of course. As do all the activities--I also loved Moonrise Kingdom. And wonderful news about your Beloved--that's the most important thing of all. Truly something to be thankful for.
Had my first crab of the season last night. Please tell me that you are now experienced enough that you cracked and cleaned it yourself. Please...
Oh and fingers crossed that you will continue to receive positive news about your Beloved's health.
Great news about the DH's health - all that and crab too. A lovely gift for Thanksgiving and a reason to give thanks.
Hungry Dog, you said it!
Kailyn, actually, no. We let the market do it for us. But I do know how, just lazy and too squeamish to cook them myself. Shaming admissions, aren't they?
Nancy, we are truly thankful!
To good food and good health.Cheers!
Greg, Cheers to you and Avril, too!
catching up with you....the crab looks and sounds so wonderful...reminds of our West coast trip many years ago....and sending good thoughts for your beloved's continued health
Diane, thanks for the seasonal wishes. Let us know if you come out west again, and we'll treat you to a crab dinner. :-D
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