I feel great trepidation when I look at these crabs. We have never had Dungeness crabs at home before. I know that there is stuff in them that you are not supposed to eat. The crabs are already cooked so it is just a matter of heating them up. I can’t look at this crab without imagining that he’s feeling sad about his fate. I am feeling guilty.

I am glad that I am merely the vegetable cook at our house. John steams the crabs for a few minutes and then takes them over to the counter and rips the apron and the shell off. Ugh, it looks really goopy inside. He takes out the gills which are the part you can’t eat. In the meantime I have steamed some new potatoes, and sauteed some collard greens with garlic, fresno chile, and corn.


The crab is really hard to eat. I do not have enough hand strength to crack a lot of it open. There is crab everywhere, on the tablecloth and on us. The sides are really good but we spend so much time trying to eat the crab that they get cold. Once is enough for me. We won’t be eating crab at home again.