Yesterday, I blogged about my great grandmother's sugar cookies, but they were only one aspect of out families Christmas food traditions. They were dessert, of course, but before the cookies on Christmas Eve came the cracked crab.
Yes, thee was a time in my life when the opening of the crab season was something I followed, like the weather or the pollen count (damn those cypress trees). My mother would check the newspaper starting in December, hoping that all would go well and the crab boats would be let out to fish the Pacific for Dungeness crab.
My essay about that meal and how it has changed for us to something else is up on KitchenDaily.com.
By the way, Gina Misiroglu of Red Room put me in touch with the AOL people, which is one of the great ways in which she's bringing traffic to Red Room and getting attention for Red Room's authors.
Causes Jessica Inclán Supports
Women for Women International Goodwill Industries Lindsey Wildlife Museum Freecycle.org