But last weekend Dad and I just went down to the dock and bought some from the nice crabmen. This lovely maiden met us at their front door!
When we've captured the crab ourself, we always cooked crab in a big barrel in the yard at Uncle Arnie's beach house in Bay City.
This time we cooked them on stove. It was, mom and I agreed, a little more ghoulish.
And then, a quick bath in mom's unbelievably deep sink, which I covet.
Such a fun Sunday at the coast!
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