3-1/2 pounds of Crab Legs

Steve called me on his way home from work this evening to let me know crab legs were on sale and he was bringing some home. I asked him to bring corn on the cob, small potatoes, and lemons as well. We'd just do a crab boil.

Tori was coming over, so he ended up purchasing 3-1/2 pounds of crab legs. We dug out a HUGE old pressure cooker and set it up outside over a propane burner. Steve added spices to the water and boiled everything up. I cover the table in sheets of clean paper and got out forks for everyone.

If you've never been to the Boiling Pot, or someplace similar, this may seem odd. But there, the food is spilled in the middle of a paper covered table and everyone just eats out of the pile with their hands. It's part of the fun.

Tori wasn't in the mood for seafood when she showed up and without lemon, which my loving husband forgot, the crab wasn't as yummy as normal. I might have eaten about 1/2 a pound.

Tori, Will, and I finished eating and I showed her the bathroom I've recently repainted. We loaded up some more of her stuff into her car. We walked around the outside and loaded up a few of her plants. Thirty-forty minutes after we finished eating, she left. Steve had just gotten up from the table and went to wash his hands.

After Tori left, Steve set back down and started eating more crab. I went and ran a bath for Will and got him settled in. Steve was still eating crab. I checked on the laundry and took a shower. Steve was still eaten crab.

You have to understand that Steve was raised to EAT everything. The crab wasn't going to be good tomorrow, and to him, it was better to eat until he was sick than to just walk away from the crab. I don't understand it. But Steve spent HOURS eating crab tonight, way beyond the point he was comfortable or probably even enjoying it.

He even joked that I'd have to cut him some slack because he might be a little crabby tomorrow, and at least I'd know why. Yeah, because he's a Marquardt.