The other evening, just about dinner time, we set out to harvest the past three days of crab hunting. I say “we,” when in reality it was Mary Ellen who did the harvesting, while J and I did the heavy work – lifting the crab pots out of the water.
Mary Ellen, armed with nothing more than a pink, rubber kitchen glove, fearlessly attacked the vicious blue crab infestation. Braving the slashing claws of the hoard of crabs, Mary Ellen fought a mighty battle. Try as they might, the crabs were no match for her cunning and speed.
One by one, the crabs succumbed to her onslaught and, in no time at all, were adorning the dinner table – all three dozen of them. Crabs, corn-on-the-cob, cole slaw and a fine wine…
There is nothing in the world that is better than eating something you have caught, or grown, or for that matter…purchased!!! Life is good!
