[Juls]

My husband left for Taiwan today, so I'll be on my own for then next week or so. Even though I know that SARS is pretty much under control, I am still worried about him being there and catching it.

Today I went and bought my daughter a fresh cooked crab for dinner. She is only six, but she loves crab. It started me thinking on when I ate my first crab. I grew up in San Francisco, and having fresh crab available is something I've always taken for granted.

There is a whole ritual to eating a crab, with the only faux pax (Lilya help me with spelling here) being that you make sure you suck out every single, sweet, juicy morsel off that crabs body. LOL
When my mother fed us crab, we never ate it clean enough for her. She would always say, you've left all that meat in the shell and then show us how to suck it out properly.

Now I share that ritual with my daughter, except I don't nag her about sucking out every bit. Just melt butter and dip. She is already a crab connioseur because I only buy and eat the freshest crabs.

I enjoy this because it connects my past to my present and I can share something I enjoy with my daughter, who enjoys it as well.

Juls