Crab-dinner

This weekend we were invited over to have a crab-dinner with the grandparents. This is something that is very popular in Norway, and everyone was excited about it. Grandpa had caught crab, and was in charge of boiling and cleaning them. This is elegantly done with a hammer. On the table, there is a variety of nutcrackers, and narrow forks that are used to peel the meat out of the shells. 

Grandpa taking care of boiled crab, while Gudmundur and I calibrated and practiced with an air-rifle. A nice stereotypical picture, I though.

Personally, I do not like crab for various reasons. Two minor reasons are that I think they have to many legs for a food, and I do not like the unelegant slaughterfest it gives at the table. The most important reason is that I do not like the flaky texture nor the flavour of the meat very much. But: When in Rome, at least try to do as the Romans. Then you can always decide you like being a Gaul (galliër) afterwards. I ate some crab, and I found out I was very happy we brought some salmon for me to eat instead.

Maren thinks my aversion for crustaceans is rather funny, and spend some time harrassing me with bits and pieces.