There is something beautiful about a summers day; children laughing, loved
up couples, the haze of smoke from BBQ s fill the air. Accompanied by the
enticing smells of barbequed chicken and a light breeze, it really couldn't be
a more perfect day. That is until I heard the crunch of pebbles and looked up
to see a couple of fisherman pulling up their boat next to me.
Ever since I moved to Brighton I had this romanticised idea of walking down
to the beach, wicker basket in hand, and choosing glorious fresh fish straight
off the boat. This had never happened. So when it did my perfect day became a
little more perfect. After asking if he had anything for sale her beckoned me
over to a huge black tub and showed me 3 HUGE spider crabs and told me they
were mine for a fiver. Bargain! I dived in, grabbing the crabs (did this very
quickly in order show Mr Fisherman that I, of course, I was a dab hand at
grabbing massive, untamed crabs and not crapping myself!). I then shoved them
in my bag (sadly a Tesco bag for life and not the wicker basket).
I trudged my to my flat and spent the next half hour unashamedly squealing
whilst trying to wrestle 'the boys' into the bottom of my fridge. Lets just say
it was not a nice experience for any of us. A few hours later, and a large
glass of wine for dutch courage, I peered into the fridge. With The Boy giving
encouraging comments from behind I tentatively grabbed the first, and much
smaller crab, and gave it a nice bath. After 15 minutes cooking and half an
hour meat picking (almost to an OCD obsession) the crab was ready. Some grilled
asparagus, french bread and lots of black pepper and bobs your uncle, tasty
spider crab!
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Grrr really annoys me that I can't rotate this! |
I might add at this point that the other two crabs were to big to fit
in any of my pans so I had to get an industrial size pan from school! These
were turned into a very tasty linguini that I forgot to take a photo of!
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Mr Crab chillin in his industrial sized pot |
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Trying to escape? |