Martini Drinking Crabs Do Exist!

I appreciate a day off through the week to celebrate a  National holiday, however, when such holidays are established, certain and vital important factors are never considered in such celebration.  Case in point...just because one is not at work, does not mean the work will simply disappear.  It makes the next day back THAT much worse.  I propose, if we are going to move forward with celebrating week-day Holidays...we all need those Men In Black mind-eraser pens..  If we had those..then...shazam...flash!!  That telecom bill you were worried about???  Wait...let me get my pen..  That report you needed yesterday???  Please, excuse me while I get my pen.  Oh, yeah...the spreadsheet??  Wait, one moment..it's right next to my pen!!!  THAT way, with the pen...all requests would quickly be forgotten and we could move along...then everyone would be like what???  what bill?? what report?? what spreadsheet???  Merely an observation from someone who would love, love, love to have one of those pens.....Yep...a case of the Mondays on a Tuesday.  Spectacular!

"Mama...I concur 100%...I say...Mind Eraser Pens for Everyone!!!!!  Then I could also forget that time I saw your toes...and that booty shaking in the kitchen..oh, and that one time where you were..."  I made her stop.  It's in her NDA.  She knows better.  She's pushing her boundaries and I don't allow such nonsense...

We did many things today....Where shall I start...We did get to talk with that awesome chainsaw juggler...wonders never cease to amaze me.  We also made more pickles, we cooked some food and hung out with our new friends at the wall.  Oh...yeah...we worked, too.  Ick...

I feel as though my cucumbers are somehow related to rabbits.....they seem to multiply, mysteriously overnight.  I'm exhausted with the pickles...They need to end soon...

I still have sooo many left...I never thought I'd get tired of giving baths to pickles..but...perhaps
if we had some company??? 

Anyone interested in joining us???  Volunteers???

I will not bore you with my life-cycle-of-a-pickle story, again...it's about as exciting as my PowerPoint presentation on the life-cycle-of-a-bill....Key to both....omit post-it notes.  I canned another 11 quarts and one pint...I ran out of jars, again..  There's always tomorrow!!  I say this with forced enthusiasm....is it obvious???

Pickles..Again, I am absolutely certain there would be a joke apropos to the above photo..but, for once, I'm at a loss for words...They are nice lookin' pickles, though..

Our meal this evening was light and easy...kinda, maybe, sorta like me.  HAHAHAAHAHA.  Nooooo...Now that was a joke!  One of which I was just not able to tuck  away into my tiny brain and forget it was out there on the world wide web for all to read!  It's like a great pun...a sin to waste...BTW...puns are fun!  The minute I typed the first sentence of this paragraph...I just knew it was all over.  I blame pickle brine fumes, the heat, global warming, and the economy..well, all that and traffic..and Labor day...and the fact there will be a new moon in six days..and that chainsaw juggler...Totally not my fault...  Now this, my friends, is where I use MY mind erasing pen..Shazam..poof!  Yeah...we cooked a Dungeness crab.  He was funny in addition to being quite delicious...

Meet...Atticus...It took a bit to warm up to him, but he ended up being a half decent sorta crab...We began the evening with a martini..  It seemed best..

"Mama...what are you doing??  Is he even old enough to have a cocktail??"  No worries, my E.V....I always check ID's.  I never make the same mistake twice!  tisk-tisk... "Oh, Mama...."

She worries about way too much.  She needs to relax....Just as Atticus felt he should relax...He moved himself, and his martini to the couch...

He did extend an invitation for me to join a seat next to him on the couch...however, I politefully declined.  I'm not that kinda gal...and there wasn't any sort of 'connection.'  It was awkward...especially considering I knew his fate..  He was really enjoying one of my gasoline martinis, though... Again, who wouldn't???

He eventually became a delicious, integral part of my pasta.  Here are the components of the pasta..

Crab, roasted garlic, butter, peas and fresh herbs...angel-hair pasta not included in this photo...she was having a bad hair day.  Heck, it happens to the best of us..trust me!

I browned butter...brown butter is as scrumptious as those with brown hair...hmmm..

Brown butter with the roasted garlic.  Turn down to low and add dungeness crab and fresh peas...the bee's knees....

While all of the browning butter activity is taking place..make your pasta...

Yep, my friends...about as exciting as watching paint dry...But, I can make pasta...all by myself..YAY!!

Once all of the preparation has been completed...everything is assembled and we ate...I was STARVING!!  Super starving!!

This quite possibly might be one of the best things I have ever made on the fly for several reasons...it contains more butter than you would like to hear about, the peas were soooo delicious, and the crab...well, it was like eating crab claws, but you didn't have the work of cracking the claws.  That's such a messy process.  If you take care of it in advance...eventually you can reap the benefits with an easy-to-eat meal..  I would make this again...tomorrow...if I had more crab....

We have been out to the wall...and it has been absolutely insane.  I kid you not...I don't kid...I will go into detail later this week...on a slower day, like my cat day when I don't cook all that much.  Dinner ended up being much later this evening than was expected.  Again, I blame chainsaw jugglers that cause weak knees and distractions.  I'm working on the concept of focusing.  But, as I have always proclaimed...I am a total WIP...we'll be here tomorrow...I wouldn't want it any other way and I hope you will be here to join us...Good Night!