Some friends and I went to Joe’s Crab Shack for lunch (pictures of doors to come). We wanted to wait until cracking crab legs would be therapy rather than a strain or, indeed, an impossibility.
I ate all my crab — or all of it I could get to — and ended up covered in butter and crab juice from top to toe. I also brought home these leftovers:
The asparagus spears are Sara’s, since she’ll only eat the tips. I left the corn because I don’t fancy holding flaming hot corn cobs with my fingers. I left the sausage, because eating a sausage without a knife to cut it into rounds is a little Elizabethan, even for one covered in butter and crab juice. I didn’t eat the shrimp in the restaurant because they hadn’t been shelled, which means they hadn’t been cleaned, and I didn’t fancy eating the shrimps’ last meals along with the shrimps. I brought home the potatoes because I was full of crab as well as covered in it.
So I had some leftover feasts:
#1 — CLEANED shrimp and salt-and-pepper rice, with a squirt of lime juice and a little cilantro.
#2 — Veg
#3 — Smoked sausage with noodles and peas. This was a two-fer, since Sara ate with me.
A WRITING PROMPT FROM ME TO YOU: Attempting to eat without the proper utensils.