John likes to get fresh prawns from a fishing boat down in Harris Harbor, but yesterday, they were all out when he got there. All they had was fresh Dungeness crab. Oh darn, I hate it when that happens.
Apparently, it was something like a Costco package or the Chinese restaurant thing, with 6 you get an eggroll: That is a PILE of crab in the frig.
So last night, just fresh steamed crab (I can't believe I ate the whole thing), steamed broccoli, a tossed green salad with freshly made teeny tiny garlicky oily croutons (sorry Lynn!), oven fried potatoes, and really excellent apples and kiwi. A lovely Fume Blanche sauvignon blanc by Lurton, a mix of music ranging from Sharon Isbin to Itzhak Perlman, and conversation about who we we'd like to have over for dinner. You'll be getting a call. Not sure there will be any crab left.
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