What's with the tapioca in bubbletea?
I hate powerboats: they're for assholes.
Met a woman from Korea today. I was tired and she caught me off guard and I was friendly to her. As a rule I try not to encourage tourists.
Spent the day with Michael. We tried to analyze the new Batman movie, but instead spent a lot of time talking like Christian Bale and making inane comments.
I don't know what I'm doing.
Once, me and my dad put out crab traps in the bay and we kayaked out to haul them up and we had caught a lot of crabs and as my dad was pulling them out he said, "You know how you cook these, right?" and I said yes, so we pulled all the crustaceans out and dropped them back into the ocean.
Saturday, August 30, 2008
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At this point I don't know whether it would be more helpful or hurtful to comment that I know how to cook crabs. Ten minutes in boiling salted water followed by ice bath is pretty much it. Then you cover the whole kitchen table with newspapers, place a large battered stainless steel bowl in the centre, get out the Southern Comfort, nut pick set from the christmas box and the hammer of course and bash and pick crab meat till three a.m. and the bottle is empty and the bowl is full.
Yeah... it's the ten minutes in boiling water that my dad and I weren't fussed about. Neither of us would've had the heart to drop them into the pot.
They're so tasty though. Sigh. Ironic that I'm so crabby yet I strive to avoid eating crabs.
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