Day 196: Crab, new potatoes, corn, salads and Nanaimo bars
Success, thy name is tuna and whitefish cat food. Except that the crabs it lured in were again too small to keep. Just as well – it’s kind of disgusting to see your dinner’s last supper. Particularly when it smells this bad. So we went down to see the crab guy and bought some. I really really wanted to sneak a few back into the trap, since this was Emily’s last day here, and she has been so diligently dropping her trap off the crab dock and so disappointed each time she hauls it up with maybe a baby starfish clinging to life on it, but guaranteed I would have lost $40 in a matter of minutes as the freshly purchased crabs liberated themselves. Look at me, the crab pied piper, buying crustacean freedom. It turned into an all-you-can-eat crab buffet, as two of the grown-ups are allergic, the 4 boys under 5 wouldn’t eat any and Emily was so grossed out by the killing fields that she actedContinue reading






