I went to the crab shack last night with some friends and got crabs... for dinner. The food kind. Boiled blue crabs. Not as good as steamed, but I thought I'd give them a shot. After checking with the waitress on the price and how they are prepared, I couldn't resist. After all, in my experience, it's not often that you find people outside of the north-east who know what Old Bay is. So I coughed up the $20 for six boiled blue crabs (expensive? yes.), and a few dollars more for some delicious smashed taters.
The crabs were alright. I should have told them to go crazy with the old bay, but I didn't. So they were under-seasoned, but that was ok, I just ordered some extra old bay on the side. I think there is just something about ordering a couple dozen steamed crabs from a little crappy looking crab place along the side of the road and bringing them back home in a paper bag that makes it better. That's the way crabs are meant to be eaten. With a bunch of friends sitting around a newspaper-covered table, having some beers, maybe some corn on the cob or tomatoes, ripping apart claws and shells. I suppose that's just one more thing to look forward to when I visit home in the summer, until the day comes when I can afford to buy a couple dozen live blue crabs and steam and prepare them myself. That's a lot of work, though. I'll just have to move back to PA when I'm done with the army stuff.
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