I asked Ali if he'd like some while he's here next week. It's the season for Dungeness crab, and the flaky sweetness of the meat is beyond belief. It's very rich (especially if you're dipping it in lemon butter) but so so so good.
"Actually, I'm not fiending for it." was the reply.
"WHAT?!?!?"
Do you realize how roundly your sister would KICK YOUR ASS???
These photos are from the day before Lina left. She's up to her elbows in crab and butter and heaven.
Ali, this is sacrilege. Poor Lina is going to "make do" with Coquilles St. Jacques and fois gras over Christmas at her friend's 18c. country house. The very least you could do is choke down some crabmeat on her behalf.
Or at very least you could just drink some butter. Both Lina and I have agreed that butter is pretty much the main event. All food items are just a transport mechanism for butter. An enabler, if you will. With the possible exception of crab.
Ali, I'm praying for a Christmas Miracle. Eat some crab for your sister.
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