Stircrazy and freezing, I escaped to the beach for the day last weekend. It’s been really cold for Eugene, and before you get all indignant about how much colder it is where you live, understand it’s a damp, grey, depressing cold that seeps into your bones like some kind of necrotizing zombie cold. You can’t shake it, and it tries to eat your brain.
And there was light. And it was good.
And there were also crabs right off the boat at Luna Sea restaurant in Yachats. Also good. I ate a crab dinner and brought some extras home to share. Last night, we had crab with linguini, red chard, and garlic, with lovely little smoked cayenne chips from Crossroads Farm sprinkled on top. Tonight it’s Oregon crab soup.