Anthony thinks he's the smartest guy around.
He gave me a crab pot for my birthday...and now he gets to eat yummy crab dishes. Like all the time.
The past few weeks I've been really good about checking them and putting in new bait, etc. and it's paid off. BIG TIME.
I grew up with crab pots in my backyard, literally, off my parents' dock and am no stranger to the task of baiting and tending to them, then steaming and picking.
We've had crab cakes, crab dip, crab, cream cheese and cocktail appetizer, jumbo shrimp stuffed with crab meat, and crab and corn salad, to name a few. (I sound like the shrimp rant on Forrest Gump!)
Let's just say the eatin's been GOOD at our house.
What Ant may or may not know is that this won't last.
He who does not help pick the crab meat
(not to mention tend to the bait and pots), may not always get to enjoy the fruits of his wife's labor : )
* I know you actually do check this every so often.
Consider yourself warned mister *