Notes » February 2005

Crab Stab

The things I learn while working out.

While on the elliptical machine at the gym, I watched one of Hong Kong's numerous cooking shows on a monitor.

The chef was handling a live crab and pointing out its parts to his guests.

Anticipating he'd throw it in a pot of boiling water, I was grossed out when he flipped the crab onto its back and chopped it in half down the middle. The crab's legs kept moving for a few moments, then ceased.

I'm not squeamish; I've seen turkeys and chickens lose their heads and flap about, but this bothered me for some reason I can't put my finger on.

I've never cooked crab; I didn't know lopping it in two was the way to kill one when the recipe calls for a cooking method other than boiling. I don't eat shellfish as I'm allergic, nevermind that I can't stand the smell or the taste.

That, and I make it a rule never to eat anything that looks like a face-hugger from Alien.

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