Walking along the waterfront with my bud who was visiting from San Diego, and noticed a sign for $10 crab at the Bell Street Harbor. Ask for Shorty, the sign said.
OK, I'll bite. We wandered down to the dock and knocked on the boat pictured in the background. The bucket with the blue tarp on it.
Shorty -- who had long, lovely hair -- appeared and pulled up a pail full of live Dungeness crab. Score!
We bought one, and on Shorty's advice cooked it as soon as we got home. Made crab cocktails, which we had with champagne. Toasting our brand new digs that have a view of the Space Needle. Life is good, and that crab was spectacular.
Happy Thanksgiving, Serious Eaters! - With the Thanksgiving preparation madness winding down, and the cooking madness about to begin, I have to take a moment to reflect on the many, many things...
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