A case of crabs

Or to be more accurate, a bushel of crabs. Yesterday I continued on my lifelong theme of eating the meat of once-living beings, and attended a gathering in Bloomington rife with crabs flown in from Baltimore. I've eaten big crab legs (namely Alaskan Snow Crab) before, but these were the smaller kind where they're steamed and served whole. The senior patriarch of this gathering was from the east coast originally (he was an uppity up with the Washington Senators and moved here with the franchise when they became the Minnesota Twins), and the crab fest is an annual tradition for their family. It took me the first crab to get my own smash and grab technique down, but now I feel comfortable manhandling my crabs. Now I want more! Sweet, succulent crabs with their beady little eyes. If I had the ability to feel empathy or sympathy, I'd feel bad about eating you, but *CRUNCH* Mmm...