Crabs

Hard as it may be to believe, I've never tasted crab before. That being said, I was excited when Melody bought two crabs from a couple here in the village. They had just come back from their crab pot set out on the edge of the ice, and we got fresh, still-alive crabs. Melody had to go back up to the school right away, so we put the crabs in a box to cook later.



The big one in the bottom is upside down, and the other one looks like he's about to make a break for the exit. They were scrambling around a lot for the first hour or so. I thought they were going to get out and terrorize the apartment. At one point, the right-side up one managed to get himself halfway out of the box.

When Melody got back a couple of hours later, we boiled some water. The crabs were still moving a little bit, but were mostly dead. She picked one of the them up and almost got pinched as she dropped it in the water. As the steam from the boiling water hit the crab, he started scrambling and she dropped him to avoid a painful pinch. Good thing he was over the pot of water already.

We did the same thing with the second one while we were eating the first one. Fresh crab dipped in warm butter is good, I've decided. Cracking it open didn't work too well, but scissors worked perfectly. Just thinking about it, I think I need to go eat a couple of crab legs that are chilling in the fridge just waiting to be ingested. :-)