That's 3 pounds of crab, people. Courtesy of Sam's Club, which I heart. I have a very strong love of crab. I think it stems back to my dad carting us all down to Mesquite on Friday nights for the seafood buffet at the Casablanca Casino. I found rather quickly that crab was something I connected with more than other seafood. It has a hard outer shell, a flaky center, but it's so rare and delicious, you crave it fortnightly. Are you getting my simile here? Good.
So the crab came frozen. We weren't sure what to do about that, so we did some searching on the net. It said to thaw it in water for an hour. So we did. And note to self, when it's time to empty out the water, don't spill it all over the kitchen floor because it STINKS! So, the crab is now thawed. We glaze it in butter and garlic, put it in the broasting pan, as pictured above, covered it with foil, and popped it on the grill for like 5 minutes. Perfection!
Sugar Daddy was sure I couldn't eat all 3 pounds of it. I knew I could. Yes, there are times that I can't even get down more than 3 or 4 mouthfuls of anything thanks to my handy dandy lap-band, but I knew the crab would be fine. I knew my body was ready for it. And I did it! Well, most of it. I think he had like one leg, but I had the rest, and was so proud of myself. And most importantly, I didn't get food poisoning, which I was a little worried about, but it was a small price to pay for the deliciousness that is crab.
So there you go, my first post about crabs. Hopefully now that we know what to do with said crab, we will be cooking it more often. I probably won't thaw it in water, though, I think it made some pieces a little chewy.