The other night Eli and I tore up a couple of the hugest fresh crabs you've ever seen (caught in the ocean near Eureka, CA, by the brother of someone I work with); they were deeeeliciscrumptious. Eli wasn't sure he was fond of crab, but I told him that just meant he'd never had really fresh crab before. Fortunately, I was right. I made lemon butter for the crab, and a spinach-apple salad with fennel, blue cheese and pecans; plus baguette and cheese and a bottle of wine = heaven.
Life is good. can't things always be that simple?