We went to a great restaurant our first night in DC- the draw was an advertised “crab feast” in which one is entitled to all-you-can-eat-crabs. Our teenage cousins were all for it… and so was Evelyn. She insisted that she wanted to eat a crab.
Now, being the ignorant parents that we are, we decided to order her fries and chicken nuggets, assuming that she had no clue what she was talking about and wouldn’t so much as touch a crab once it arrived in its entirety on her platter. But, she was sorely disappointed with the nuggets and wouldn’t even settle for bites of my crab cake. She kept pointing to a picture on the wall of a crab crawling on the beach and stating that she wanted to eat a “real crab.” So, when the feast of crabs came out… Evelyn took her mallet and started cracking away. And to her credit- she did eat an entire medium-sized crab. Go figure.
