tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115636794048487948.post6111341905537743046..comments2024-02-23T05:59:53.252-08:00Comments on Mark Hayter's Column: Man against crab: A saga.Mark Hayterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05103047365323380133noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115636794048487948.post-23381409610979464242009-12-04T16:03:25.084-08:002009-12-04T16:03:25.084-08:00Cora Beth is right, that is a good picture, makes ...Cora Beth is right, that is a good picture, makes me want to like crab. I've tasted it before but don't remember any excitement about it, cause I haven't eaten 'em sense. I remember liking to watch Michael eat weird things, like crab legs and oysters and stuffed mushrooms.Jillyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13639959923739946482noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115636794048487948.post-91796753914081912442009-12-04T11:14:05.605-08:002009-12-04T11:14:05.605-08:00Those are some beautiful legs... if you like crabs...Those are some beautiful legs... if you like crabs. Personally, I don't do anything that requires that much effort. I even make my son do the mudbugs for me... or else I won't eat them. (and I can definitely live without them) He makes me a nice little pile, of just the meat. It's the least he could do, if that's the meal option. Thank goodness for sides! Sure glad you had to take care of that clean-up! That's way too much effort, too. It's ok, you can call me lazy. Food just doesn't mean THAT much, to me. Great picture!Ms. Ahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06263882972749791087noreply@blogger.com