I can’t believe I’ve never actually cooked a crab before. It’s one of my favourite sea foods, such a wondrous thing. I order it often in restaurants. And the one occasion every decade that my dad cooks, he cooks a hot and spicy Bengali crab curry. I even buy dressed crab now and again when I just want it plain and unadorned.
Mark duly turned up one fine Friday morning with an enormous live crab which had been swimming free in the sea only the afternoon before. He also kindly gave me instructions on how to store it in the fridge until the next day, how to kill it and how to cook it.
That bit was all easy enough (thankfully, spending the night in my fridge, wrapped in a teatowel, had put my crab into a virtual coma) but oh my goodness, it took me almost 2 hours (and a heck of an aching back) to get all the meat out!
That (large, deep) pasta bowl, below, shows the half way point once I’d emptied legs/ claws but before I even begun on the main body. There was so much meat in that baby, I couldn’t believe it! I only wish I’d weighed it, all the better to delight in my bounty!
I had it the first night with fresh white bread and some (rather too strong) home-made aioli (thanks Rachel, for aioli advice, I’ll get it right next time). And there was still a huge mountain of it left for the night after. Happy days.
Nothing beats the taste of fresh, local produce from land and sea! If you’ve been hesitating about tackling a crab yourself, hesitate no longer!