From the perspective of pure caloric intake, this weekend was off the charts!
It began Friday night in Tonganoxie Kansas of all places, with what I had understood was to be a crab boil.
But when we got there, Bubba, who had flown in a couple of dozen fresh Dungeness crabs from Oregon, had decided to prepare them the way he used to eat them as a boy growing up in Washington state.
The guys set up the kitchen table much like they would a workbench out in the shop.
There was every variety of pliers laid out you can think of, several brands of whiskey, beer and of course wine for us gals.
This was a serious crab shucking operation!
As pound after pound of sweet, succulent crab meat was extracted from the crunchy critters, Bubba would assemble what I can only describe as Dungeness Decadence.
Stay with me here and visualize…inhale…dream and drool!
He started with fresh sourdough bread, sliced thick and slathered with garlic butter on both sides.
To that he added a generous pile of crab.
A layer of shredded mozzarella and Cojack was the crowning touch on these culinary delights.
In a piping hot oven, they bubbled, sizzled and smelled like pure pacific ecstasy.
We ate them as fast as he cooked them, never once bothering with any of the side dishes Robin and I had prepared.
A huge, fresh salad was left untouched as if to say, “Go ahead, live large tonight fat asses, you’ll be begging for me tomorrow”.
I think it was on my third bite or so that I actually had a heart cramp.
I paused momentarily, it passed, and I figured “Hmmm, not a bad way to go”!
Good friends, good eats, Good God, did we eat!
The gluttony continued into Saturday with Mike breaking out his mad baking skills (which none of us knew he had!)
A longtime “foodie”, Mike cooks us incredible meals on a regular basis.
He fears no ingredient and I’m convinced the only thing standing between him and greatness is our lousy electric cook top.
But he’s never baked.
Until now.
“Beatty’s Chocolate Cake” which he watched the Barefoot Contessa bake that morning on the food network was his inspiration.
Although “melt-in-your-mouth goodness” was the result, my hope is that he got the “baking bug” out of his system for good.
It began Friday night in Tonganoxie Kansas of all places, with what I had understood was to be a crab boil.
But when we got there, Bubba, who had flown in a couple of dozen fresh Dungeness crabs from Oregon, had decided to prepare them the way he used to eat them as a boy growing up in Washington state.
The guys set up the kitchen table much like they would a workbench out in the shop.
There was every variety of pliers laid out you can think of, several brands of whiskey, beer and of course wine for us gals.
This was a serious crab shucking operation!
As pound after pound of sweet, succulent crab meat was extracted from the crunchy critters, Bubba would assemble what I can only describe as Dungeness Decadence.
Stay with me here and visualize…inhale…dream and drool!
He started with fresh sourdough bread, sliced thick and slathered with garlic butter on both sides.
To that he added a generous pile of crab.
A layer of shredded mozzarella and Cojack was the crowning touch on these culinary delights.
In a piping hot oven, they bubbled, sizzled and smelled like pure pacific ecstasy.
We ate them as fast as he cooked them, never once bothering with any of the side dishes Robin and I had prepared.
A huge, fresh salad was left untouched as if to say, “Go ahead, live large tonight fat asses, you’ll be begging for me tomorrow”.
I think it was on my third bite or so that I actually had a heart cramp.
I paused momentarily, it passed, and I figured “Hmmm, not a bad way to go”!
Good friends, good eats, Good God, did we eat!
The gluttony continued into Saturday with Mike breaking out his mad baking skills (which none of us knew he had!)
A longtime “foodie”, Mike cooks us incredible meals on a regular basis.
He fears no ingredient and I’m convinced the only thing standing between him and greatness is our lousy electric cook top.
But he’s never baked.
Until now.
“Beatty’s Chocolate Cake” which he watched the Barefoot Contessa bake that morning on the food network was his inspiration.
Although “melt-in-your-mouth goodness” was the result, my hope is that he got the “baking bug” out of his system for good.
Between him and Bubba… "I’m going to seed”!
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I am glad that I am a regular to this column...I inderstood the "gone to seed" reference!
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