We humans, we don’t eat a lot things with claws. Think about it. Most clawed animals are pretty much specialty items.
Not so the hapless crab. Crabs are one of these iconic critters, really. They personify… crabiness, in every sense… the way they scuttle about, tragicomic and pissed off and doomed. Duped into cages, scooped up and boiled alive and then smashed open, disemboweled and then dipped in butter and garlic. Okay, not the most appetizing description maybe but accurate enough.
The seafood potluck, a time to celebrate the smashing up of crustaceans, and the garnishing of salmonids. Mmm. Summer is here. Woe unto crabs.