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Originally posted by bold_n_brazen
You're doing it wrong again.
Half the fun is eating crab at a picnic table that's been covered with newspaper, drinking keg beer from a plastic cup, and getting absolultely filthy. When I was a kid, my dad used to pick up crabs by the bushel some place in Delaware. Those were some of the best nights of my childhood, sitting in the backyard, making a mess.
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I think the payoff is better for crawfish than crabs but it's probably a regional thing.
Since my mama makes the best seafood gumbo in the whole wide world, I figure any crab that doesn't end up in gumbo died in vain.
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