My Dh and I go to great extremes every year to go out and catch crabs. You see, we live on Puget sound and have access to some of the worlds best tasting dungeness crab.
Cracking crab is not all that difficult. A pair of crab crackers,a hot towel to wipe your hands on, and a pick is all you need. If you don't have that, a pair of nut crackers and a pick will easily do the job.
It's messy business. A knife and fork are useless. I tried to show my midwest mil how to eat crab. She insisted on using a knife and fork. Pretty sure she left the table hungry.
First, I wouldn't want any stranger coming to my table and cracking my crabs with his who knows how clean hands. Besides, I'm sure he was just scoping out grandma figuring she would be a "widow" soon.
Does anyone else besides Kirk Cameron and Mormons get moist over such inanity? For faith promoting stories this is really scraping the bottom of the barrel.
When I read this story yesterday, what stood out for me was this line about old Gramps...
"Grandpa was busy with his meal so he didn’t really realize that Grandma was struggling."
<sarc> How quaint. Sounds like gramps is a real dick in a quaint sort of a way. A quaint old dick he was ... Grandpa was busy with his hangnail so he didn't really realize that Grandma had just fallen down the stairs... </sarc>
I must be headed for another one of those of those cynical days. Hrmph. :/
So many of these "I met a GA" stories seem like they come from a treatise on personality cults.
Much like the controlled North Korean press, that joyfully reports how their "beloved leader" always gets a hole in one playing golf, is always greeted by his adoring public, etc.
Am I the only one who has always sketchy thoughts and initially reads: An Apostle of the Lord had cracked open my grandmother’s legs so he could eat it more easily. ??? Really. I don't know why this always happen to me.