Tuesday, June 9, 2009

We've got crab legs....

So I'm sitting in my office yesterday struggling with a NEA grant due today, and some sort of fairy person with a garbage bag full of Dungeness crab flitted in and said, "Here, we're crabbed out" and left me holding the bag.


We had already plans for the Symphony conductor and wife and child to come to dinner, as well as my cousin the AK Airlines pilot who happened to be in town overnight, and John was planning to grill some chickens using something we call the Dominican Republic marinade with a lot of rum and lime juice involved, topped with tomatillo sauce.

Sounds like crab cocktails to me.

The initial plan was for me to come home midafternoon, do a much needed housecleaning, make a rhubarb pie and launch the grant.

The reality was that at about 5 pm, completely glazed ("Are you OK? You look terrible.") I ran home in time to make a rhubarb crisp and start picking crab. Luckily James was also there pitched right in. We picked until dinner time, made some garlic butter, and sat down to a table filled with family, friends, chicken, snap peas, crimini mushrooms, rice, tossed salad, watermelon, beer, wine, water, and more. I think there was a Rosemary Wells book involved, and there was a point where the dog wouldn't sit down and be quiet. Finished with rhubarb crisp and vanilla ice cream. It was a swell evening.

And there was crab left!
A little bag of pick-it-yourself to James this morning, and then this evening:

Romaine Salad with the garlic lemon dressing from Deborah Madison's Vegetarian Cooking for Everyone, with add-ons on the side: sliced Dominican Republic chicken breast for Ren the Anti-Crab, a pile of crab for the rest of us, blanched snap peas, fresh carrots, tomatoes, the never-ending plate of watermelon, and a vat of Dry Creek Fume.

Can you believe I had to tell John to try and look happy?

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