Oil on museum quality, archival ampersand gessobord™ panel - 6” x 8”
My first job, years ago, was a crab steamer in Baltimore. I was in my teens and although I enjoyed the independence that those first meager paychecks brought, I was not comfortable sending thousands of crabs to their death every night when I opened that steam valve. I resigned myself to my place on the food chain and took comfort in the thought that they gave themselves to a greater good. However, my heart wasn't in it and soon, when an opening came up, a found myself in the kitchen as a short order cook and my love of food and cooking began.
I was in Newport, Rhode Island last week and met two of these guys up close and personal. Thankfully they steamed them on the dock for us. Even with my notorious past with crustaceans, I don't have the heart to plunge one of these guys into boiling water. That said, they were delicious.