It's crab season. Well, I guess I'm always crabby year-round, but that's beside the point. Really. I'm not nearly as bitter and angry as I appear in this dumb blog. This is my anger vent free therapy. This stupid blog my proverbial punching bag and/or the pillow we all scream into when we're frustrated. I dump my bitter tirade du jour then I'm all better.
CRAB SEASON!!! going to a crab feed tonight with people I LOVE.
Now, when my coven of betches get here I want to do make sister-in-law's crab cioppino (sp?) recipe. It's a recipe that comes from her husband's side of the family who were Italian immigrants to San Francisco about a century ago and rebuilt the city after the 1906 earthquake. Yup. It's an original and OLD SCHOOL. There is no hard and fast recipe and only a guideline. It's a little of this, a little of that, taste, add a little more of this and that. The main star of the dish is FRESH CRAB....and I mean go out to the docks while they are alive and kill/clean them when you get home. Sounds so barbaric, but I do say a little prayer for them like all native Americans do when they are about to eat something they have to kill.
Now... how about a crusty loaf of sourdough bread, a ceasar salad, maybe a little pasta in marinara or pesto to round out the meal.
Don't forget your bib. Not just for bambinos.
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