We occasionally eat like kings.
Thursday night I stopped at the grocery store and bought dungeness crabs for dinner.
I made the Meat Kid go back and pull two nice ones out of the fridge and clean them.
I used to clean them myself, just to prove I knew how. Where I grew up we didn’t have no steenkeen’ crabs. But after I cleaned enough of them I realized the Meat Kid would do it for free and I didn’t really need to mess with it. Always evolving, that’s me.
We had fresh sourdough bread with real butter. We had a salad with baby arugula and some other fancy-ass greens, red bell pepper, ripe avocado and Bob’s Big Boy Bleu Cheese dressing. That stuff rocks, particularly the full fat version. Good blue cheese on avocado is about as good as it gets, in my book. And the crabs. Delectable. And Fat Tire Amber Ale. It’s the best dinner we’ve had in ages. Took 90 minutes to eat it. Everything tasted just right, and then some. It felt like I was a little bit stoned, I enjoyed it so much. Bob, too.
Lest you think we dine like that alla time, we had frozen Target brand buffalo wings the night before. Loves me some buffalo wings generally, but these wings pretty much blew. Must have used them old, sad chickens, so they had that old, sad chicken taste. Bleah. Did we eat all of them anyway? Of course.