The discussion about crabbing yesterday was very informative. I’ll have to keep it in mind if I’m ever near Maryland. Nobody I know of around these parts makes crab cakes. DW’s interest in seafood is limited to beer-battered cod from a Friday fish fry. She won’t even taste anything else. There is no adventure in her soul. I,on the other hand,love it all (except squid and octopus). Lobster, crab, shrimp, mussels, oysters, scallops,even pickled herring (in wine sauce,not cream sauce…thats stuff’s nasty.) She won’t even go to Red Lobster.
We got a little of this and a little of that today. I spent most of the morning in my recliner with a heating pad on my leg. I was napping peacefully this morning when I got the mother of all cramps in my calf. It felt like somebody stuck a red-hot knife in my leg. Like most men,I can’t stand pain and screamed like I was giving birth. Fortunately,DW is used to taking care of me. I purposely wrote in it her contract… personal services clause.