I'm a little late posting about this due to being attacked by some crazy summer flu virus, which incidentally was not enough powerful enough to stop me from attending this most awesome Crab Feast. Yes, my cyber-friends, a crab feast, where you get to eat all the steamed Maryland Blue Crabs your stomach can hold.
I wasn't feeling very well on Friday night, but I knew that there was no way I was going to miss out on this delectable feast. So Saturday night I medicated myself with all sorts of OTC stuff and we made our way to the local American Legion hall. All the tables were draped in heavy brown paper, each place setting complete with a wooden mallet and knife, and there was a buffet at one end of the hall, while the band/DJ was set up on the other end. The crabs, steamed in some seriously delicious seasoning (Old Bay along with other spices that make me you crave it beyond what's considered normal for the average person), were brought to your table one box at a time; each box contained about two dozen crabs. Not long after we got there I was up to my elbows in it. Everyone was whacking away to get to the much sought after meat in the claws, and prying the crabs open to get to the meat inside. People, crab shell was flying through the air, a few small pieces landed in my hair, and a few down my shirt, and I absolutely did not care. The band was performing their 'interesting' (and that's putting it kindly) renditions on some classics... everything from Sinatra to 'Pump up the Jam' by Technotronic (told you it was interesing!). But I heard nothing as I pried into crab after crab, relishing each one with a fervor that is almost too embarrassing to talk to about...oh who am I kidding? When it comes to steamed crabs, there is no shame in my game people! All the etiquette and dignified dining rules I usually exhibited had no place there, where everyone was just tearing it up and devouring all the crabs they could get their greedy paws on...yea, I was one of the greedy-paws-people!
By the end of the night I had no idea how much crab I had consumed...all I know is that box o' crabs got refilled at least eight times that evening (no, it wasn't just me eating, there were eight people at our table). I was so full, but were it not for the fact that my hands and arms were aching from prying open so many crabs, I think I would've kept going until I passed out.... don't judge me folks, IT WAS JUST THAT GOOD!! And I'm sorry I don't have more photos from the Feast... again, this chick was up to her elbows in crab shell, crab claws, and caked on crab seasoning...mmmmm!
Thanks to my stealthy brother in law, we were able to smuggle some out to bring home to Jeromy, who couldn't come to the Feast since it was adults only (there was liquor involved). And just look at this face...could he be any happier? I think not! And since hubby and I were still recovering from the prior evening's smorgasbord, we let Jeromy have all the crabs we brought home. Only because he's my son and I do love him dearly.... otherwise, I would have been like a troll hoarding food! As such, I was glad to see Jeromy enjoy them so much.
"What? Don't you suck on crab claws, too?"
And now it's Monday, and I have the full-on, knock-you-on-your-butt flu. I feel wretched...maybe it's punishment for eating so many darn crabs. Gluttony is a sin after all, right? Oh well, all I gotta do is close my eyes and remember the delicious crabs, and somehow this flu doesn't seem so bad. **SIGH**