He Says He's Cooking Something Special for Me Tonight!

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    Oct 31, 2017 10:38 PM GMT
    It's secret, and so far it is. I had no idea he was doing this. Later I'll post what it was.

    I get so spoiled by my guys with food. My late partner, when we lived in Fargo, North Dakota, used to have Alaskan lobster flown in express that same morning. It would arrive around 4 PM, packed in dry ice. I'd come home from the University, and he'd say I was barred from the kitchen or dining room.

    Needless to say I knew something was up. I'd go into the office or our bedroom to watch TV, until I was called. Just like I'm sitting in the office at this computer right now, the kitchen out of bounds. He'll have to set the table himself, usually my job, because I might be able to peek into the kitchen.

    Yah know, yah gotta love guys like those. They knew/know I hate to be fussed over, but they still did/do it. That's why I've showered them with gifts. I can't do much that's creative on my own, I'm not very talented, certainly not with food as they were/are.

    But I can give things that facilitate & encourage talents. And so that's what I do. When you have no real inherent talents yourself, you "sponsor" those who do.
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    Oct 31, 2017 11:17 PM GMT
    So I'm still waiting, Wearing my kilt from earlier today. When's this thing gonna happen? It's 7:15 PM.
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    Nov 01, 2017 12:48 AM GMT
    OK, he hit me with it just before 8. As I kinda suspected, cause he knows what's my favotite. Dungness crab, that I used to catch & steam myself when I was camping north of Seattle.

    And it was wonderful! I could break the shells, even the claws, with my bare fingers. Didn't need any tools.

    And the meat was so sweet! It's a treasure many people don't know. The range of Dungeness crab is the US Pacific Northwest, named for Dungeness Bay on the Olympic peninsula, near my favorite campground.

    Hard to find for sale outside that area. And of course they have to be brought in frozen to Florida this great distance away. But still delish!

    I do recommend them if you can find them. Dungeness crab. Do look them up. Best crab I know.
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    Nov 01, 2017 3:01 AM GMT
    art_deco saidSo I'm still waiting, Wearing my kilt from earlier today. When's this thing gonna happen? It's 7:15 PM.

    Do u have a bow tie on mate?
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    Nov 02, 2017 12:32 AM GMT
    Plooje saidSo when are you actually going to marry this cook?

    Maybe his boyfriend, doesn't want to marry someone, who's already been married, multiple times.
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    Nov 02, 2017 1:29 AM GMT
    From online: "The flesh has what is considered to be a delicate flavour and slightly sweet taste."

    https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dungeness_crab
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    Nov 02, 2017 2:25 AM GMT
    Some more info about private crabbing in Washington State, 20 years ago. Many of these things could have changed:

    - I didn't use crab pots. Instead I went out at low tide inin the Strait of Juan DeFuca, just north of Puget Slund. About up to my knee or thigh, and I could see the crabin in the shallow water.
    - I had a thing like a doggie scooper, and I just scooped them up. Then I would measure them for legal size (I had a gauge), and sex them (no comments, please). Females and undersize were thrown back.
    - Males large enough went into my sack, slung over my back.
    - On the sack was hung a large license tag, color-coded for the year, that told the game wardens I was legal. I might be out 100 yards from the shore or more. As a disabled veteran my license was free. As was my State camping.
    - I think my daily limit at that time was 3, I can't recall. And of course it had to be in season.

    I'd return to the campground, just gorgeous under the high pines, and seek out a family that had lots of people and kids, plus had a steamer or boiler, that I didn't have. I'd propse splitting my crab with them, if they would cook them. I only needed one for my own dinner. Well, they'd jump at that. Might have been crabbing themselves and still didn't have enough for everyone.

    So I'd chat with them, and get a cooked Dungeness crab back. That I'd take back to my own camper. And then sit in the attached screen room eating it, along with veggies I cooked on my stove or in the microwave. And sip a gin martini, when I still drank those, watching the sun set over the water. I'll tell yah, it was my definition of Heaven.