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So... a week or so ago, Bill from the Fisherman's Net (a local seafood place, my boss has a trade setup going with them - mulch for lobsters. He's a great guy, Bill.) comes in, picks some mulch, as usual. I mention, sortof offhand, that I've lived in Maine for 9 years now, on and off, and have never actually had real Maine crab. Did they have any up the road there? No, he says, but he could get me some, next week, have his son give me a call when they're in. Cool, I say. 2 or 3 would be just great!!
Fast forward to today. 4:30 in the afternoon, I'm on the phone with one of our sales reps, when I hear a shout HELLO!. I nearly jump out of my skin, turn around, and see Bill, carrying a green, 5-gallon bucket, from which he takes a SHOPPING BAG FULL OF CRABS. EEEEE!!! ...and oh my, that's a lot more than 2 or 3...
Phone call was ended rather quickly; Tom understood. I ran upstairs and grabbed a plastic pot saucer, since the bag was going to drip everywhere, and suddenly there was crab all over the counter. They're quick little buggers... one of them especially was bound and determined to be anywhere but the saucer ohgodohgodohgod, but he was corralled. Managed not to get my fingers pinched, either. All told, 14 crab. No charge. Awesome. They are cooling in my kitchen now, steamed and boiled to perfection (I hope), awaiting the claw crackers. Om. Nom. NOM.
And Bill is the spitting image of Barry Gibb, which I find rather amusing...
EDIT: heaven... I'm in heaven...
Fast forward to today. 4:30 in the afternoon, I'm on the phone with one of our sales reps, when I hear a shout HELLO!. I nearly jump out of my skin, turn around, and see Bill, carrying a green, 5-gallon bucket, from which he takes a SHOPPING BAG FULL OF CRABS. EEEEE!!! ...and oh my, that's a lot more than 2 or 3...
Phone call was ended rather quickly; Tom understood. I ran upstairs and grabbed a plastic pot saucer, since the bag was going to drip everywhere, and suddenly there was crab all over the counter. They're quick little buggers... one of them especially was bound and determined to be anywhere but the saucer ohgodohgodohgod, but he was corralled. Managed not to get my fingers pinched, either. All told, 14 crab. No charge. Awesome. They are cooling in my kitchen now, steamed and boiled to perfection (I hope), awaiting the claw crackers. Om. Nom. NOM.
And Bill is the spitting image of Barry Gibb, which I find rather amusing...
EDIT: heaven... I'm in heaven...
