After we returned from our travels across Bucks County, we had a bit of quiet time. I began prepping the soft shell crabs we would eat for dinner by soaking them in milk that I laced with ginger. Eventually the time came to get to the frying part, but first L. created a lovely salad and we set the table with nautically themed plates. Nautically? Does that apply to plates with fish on them, or would that be better suited to plates with ships on them?
The salad consisted of mixed greens, an orange pepper and garbanzo beans.
I bought seven crabs and dredged them in salted flour then milky eggs and then salted flour again. The first batch was lacking because I hadn't allowed the oil to heat up enough. The second batch was lovely.
We also cooked asparagus served with a little butter.
Fat T. and L. kept asking me if you could really eat the whole thing, and I assured them that this was so. In the end Fat T. was a trooper and gave them a shot, but wasn't altogether enamored. I think that perhaps L. had more positive feelings about the whole thing.
This is me eating one of Fat T.'s rejected crabs. Well, this is me first having the crab act as my smiling smiley face.
And I'm not exactly sure what's going on here. I may have been singing a little song about how I was going to put this crab in my belly. I may have also been making said crab do a little jig about that eventuality. But that may not be what happened at all.