Holy Crab! I’ve got crabs… come on a bit of sympathy here.
I picked them up from an eddying pool by the West Beach in North Berwick, East Lothian, south of Edinburgh.
No, I’m not making this up!
I’ve always loved seafood inheriting a passion for all things fishy I guess from my Dear Old Mum and Dad.
And I have been fortunate enough to indulge that passion through the adventures I’ve had.
Crabs proliferate in Barbados and I found from personal experience with Tropical Sky http://www.tropicalsky.ie that they love Club Barbados http://www.theclubbarbados.com on the island’s Platinum Coast.
Where you can spend many a happy hour checking their progress… which isn’t much to be honest as they sidle sideways.
Much like I did, giddy from one too many Rum Punch, after Happy Hour. And who am I kidding? Every hour was happy hour.
It seems heartless then to say that I love them best on my plate but then if God hadn’t meant them to be eaten he would’t have made them so damn tasty.
And when I say ‘plate’ I probably mean a big pot.
Being shellfish in Boston
My first introduction to crabs was on the last evening of my much-storied summer in Boston https://www.bostonusa.com after university.
When I had saved up enough money to have a blowout and eat at the oldest restaurant in Beantown, the Union Oyster House http://unionoysterhouse.com on the Freedom Trail.
Mysel and my mucker Neilly proceeded to order the most expensive meal on the menu and were surprised and thrilled in equal measure when they presented us with what appeared to be two big wine buckets.
In which seemed to contain two giant scoops of Boston Harbour.
This being America where practicality is king we were each given bibs too.
Slip slidin’ away
We both waddled like crabs out of the Union Oyster House and back to our billets in Boston’s rough and ready Combat Zone where we were staying.
And drank the night away at their all-black shebeen Alfies’s. But that’s a different story and one I will keep for another day.
Meanwhile I’ll tempt you with a recipe for Maryland Crab Cakes given to me by my favourite cousin which I spotted on this fridge magnet in the kitchen.
While my mind wanders I’d be remiss not to give a shout-out to the wonderful Auntie Ali and Uncle Kenneth here at the Blue Crab in Tobago http://www.tobago.gov.tt and http://www.tobagobluecrab.com/#about.
And don’t you know they’ve only got Crab Chowder as a starter.
You want more Tobago then check out Ready, steady GOAT… racing in Tobago.
I’m off to mix a Corn & Oil and a Dark & Stormy, the recipes I picked up from my old friend Marc from Barbados… http://www.visitbarbados.org. Did I tell you I’ve been? Let’s rumba in Barbados and My kiss with Rihanna.
And which I will share with you… but indulge me my sore head might make me crabby.