For me, my strongest and most beloved food memory is steamed crabs. As soon as I open that shell and see the mustard, I’m back in my parents’ backyard. We never ever went out to eat crabs…we could barely afford them, so it was a real treat to have them. We sat out there for hours…watching the lightning bugs and telling the same funny old stories over and over and over. Rolling in laughter. We took turns picking for my dad…his MS didn’t allow him to actually pick the crabs…but he did get to enjoy the meat. Real love is sharing your backfin, don’t you think?
What are your food memories? Do tell…
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