We live near the Chesapeake. I eat crab cakes every chance I get. So when Marci asked if I was free Saturday for a neighborhood crab…boil? bake? dinner! I said YES!
She and Justin gave excellent crab-cracking tutorials, and we all put on our big kid pants and knocked out the completely gross guts and lungs to get to that tasty crab meat! In my cracking success I failed to notice I’d sliced my finger open until it got some Old Bay in it and started stinging.
Crabs: 1, Mari: 3! YUM. Thanks for having us!
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