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- From: schnitzi@cs.ucf.edu (Mark Schnitzius)
- Newsgroups: talk.bizarre
- Subject: Formative experiences
- Message-ID: <schnitzi.726168853@eola.cs.ucf.edu>
- Date: 4 Jan 93 17:34:13 GMT
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- Organization: University of Central Florida
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- I remember the long trips back from the Jersey coast,
- after a day of catching blue-claw crabs from my dad's
- boat. The crabs would survive, in dry bushel-basket,
- all the way back to kitchen, where mom would start the
- kettle of water boiling. How menacing they seemed,
- when we tried to fish them out of the basket with long
- metal tongs! Sometimes they would slip from our grasp,
- pot along the kitchen floor in a last-ditch effort
- to escape, not knowing that they were a good forty miles
- from any place that would be habitable to them.
-
- When we caught them, we would drop them quickly into
- the boiling water, and slam the lid on the pot
- immediately, so they couldn't jump out. After an
- agonizing ten seconds, we would lift the lid, and often
- the crab would make a last grab at us, the tongs, or
- life.
-
- Later, on the plate, shells boiled orange-pink, their
- eyes would be permanently locked in an accusing
- stare. They were pretty good, with cocktail sauce.
-
- --mark
-