Hope you had a happy Christmas, either celebrating or not celebrating. We had our usual feast of crab. Just crab. Nothing else. Simple, no? We usually get enough for leftovers — sometimes I make traditional crab soup. This year, I’m making California rolls from the crab, tobiko fish eggs, and avocado. It’s appropriate, since we had to buy California crabs this year due to the Oregon crab season’s delay. Not opening ’til December 30. Argh!
Retrogrouch is from Baltimore, where they eat crabs whole and hot, so we’ve learned instruct Oregon fishmongers not to clean our crabs or (egads) put them on ice, and then I quickly re-steam them with Old Bay and beer. Boris the cat helps by eating the mustard, the yellowy innards that are harder to eat on a Dungeness crab than on a Maryland Blue crab. Yes, he sits at the table. No, he isn’t allowed to do this at any other time.
We finished off the evening, or I should say *I* finished off the evening, with the rest of my special Tyrkisk peber (a salty, spicy black licorice candy from Finland) cocoa gingerbread cookies. They are the ugly ones above. And a serving of eggnog bread pudding as a nightcap.
I suppose I should really cook the crabs properly by purchasing them live, but they’d have to hang out for a day and I’m not sure I need that hassle. Christmas is a day of indulgence for me: no errands, no real cooking, no email, nothing but being present in the moment. Very hard to do. I flirt with the idea, occasionally, of following the Jewish Shabbat traditions where one just checks out for a day of rest each week from sundown to sundown, Friday to Saturday, to enjoy the company of one’s family and friends. Unfortunately, this is difficult to manage when one’s family and friends are connected mainly by internet. :) Not to mention, of course, you wouldn’t see an observant Jew eating crab to celebrate Christmas. But dunno. Maybe this idea is worth pursuing in the new year. I need a little more peace. Don’t we all?