We celebrated our anniversary this week. It was a very low-key day. Scot made crab for dinner.
I would like to personally thank the person who decided a long time ago that it was a good idea to crack open this spiny crustacean and dip it's meat in butter to sustain life. Genius. Probably ahead of his time.
We started our marriage with a big box of crab given to us by Scot's brother and sister-in-law as a wedding present. We rationed that box that whole first year of our marriage so that we ate it for every special occasion at our house that year.
I cannot eat crab without thinking about sitting around my in-law's dining room table in Kodiak two months after our wedding. We were shoulder to shoulder with family sitting on milk jugs so that everyone could gather around. We talked, and laughed, and shared shears as we stuffed ourselves on crab. Such a wonderful memory.
It was Larkin's first time to eat crab and she kept grabbing the claws and chewing on the whole thing, pokey parts and all! Once she watched us crack them open she went to town until she succeeded in getting to the good stuff all on her own. She is the definition of will power!
Happy Anniversary to us! I am excited to spend the rest of forever making memories with these people.
PS: I am still working off that dinner at the gym!
Yum! I am sure Scot doesn't remember how he would sit in his stroller at the crab cooker on the Coast Guard Base as we cooked up to 30 or so of the big king crab all FREE then. Those days are past.
ReplyDeleteWe do have fun like you described for special occasions by buying a box of frozen crab at the commissary. It is Russian caught.
Amy, you have a gift of expressing things that give us a window into your lives.
Thanks, Marie