Next to Raining Men I have a fantasy of it snowing crabs. See, I am from the Chesapeake Bay area and even while living in the middle of New York City I would make a three hour trip south whenever possible to buy steamed Maryland Crabs. I would bring this delicacy back to my apartment and all the problems of my world would melt away. Okay, maybe I am being a little dramatic here. I received the news on Friday that we, as in the royal we, were gonna get a big snow storm. No one was certain. Where I live just above a canal and along the Atlantic Coast, it is very difficult to accurately predict the weather. You have to pretty much bank on editing together the information you get and piece together the forecast yourself. No Ira Joe Fisher or Al Roker for me; it's strictly do it yourself weather. But we are in for a dilly of a storm. Up to a foot of snow and beyond. Yay! So, this drastic situation called for drastic measures. Off to the store. The fridge and cupboard didn't have much in it so I need some supplies. You know how everyone runs to the store and buys a week or more worth of food when they hear a snow storm is coming? This occasion was no exception. I live in a well-populated area of the state. When we have lost power because of a storm or were paralyzed by a storm, it was a day or two at most of inconvenience, maybe three. As it is so cold out, you can put perishables out on the patio in a container and they will stay cold. Many houses and apartments have wood burning fire places so you can cook on it if you must. But still, people panic when they do not have milk, bread or eggs in the house. This guy was in one of the store isles with me on his cell phone apparently getting food orders from the caller. The caller evidently said "Don't forget the bread!" to which he replied, "We never eat bread!" The reaction to stocking up whether we need it or not is ingrained in the culture. (Hmm, "ingrained in" doesn't seem to make sense to me, but anyway)
I stocked up on the important things: crabs and beer. And dessert.
As soon as I get the fire going, I'll post a photo here of the lovely, burning crackling wood. First, my housemate and I have to draw crab claws to see who has to go out to the car and get the wood.
4 comments:
I'm from Maryland and love those Maryland crabs. I miss them but people not from this region do not appreciate those small crustaceans! Bay season and beer, nutcrackers, newspaper, and lots of time! How I miss that.
Have a few on me and stay dry and warm.
How were those crabs? I kind of miss them, used to eat them on tables covered with newspaper in restaurants and at my brother's. The onliest thing I didn't care for was that they were usually overloaded with bay seasoning. I like Old Bay but too much will kill the flavor of anything.
BTW, my mom used to think that if you boiled the crabs in beer they'd get drunk and relax and that's why the meat was more tender.
How much snow did you guys get?
Cassie, next time I come up I'll gladly bring you some crabs.
I prefer them steamed and nicely seasoned - not too much!
We got about a foot of snow. I was able to get out there around noon when the winds stopped and dig out the cars without too much effort. I'm glad I did that as the temperature has dropped and now all that once pliable snow is turning into ice.
About 5 thousand people lost power in New Castle County, including my mother. We didn't lose any power.
Molson CANADIAN, eh? Cool! We're having a mild winter with only 4 feet of snow & consider shovelling a form of relaxation.
Cheers!
Marlene
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