Monday 31st October 2011
“They’re not real.” Zephy said as he approached the table.
I know what he means. They look like something out of a cartoon.
“If the legs are that long, imagine what size the body is.” I said.
His eyes widened slightly at the thought.
I remember the first time I had them I thought similarly. Some friends took us to a restaurant down by the harbour in Seattle, U.S.A. They were served on a plate of ice, on a foot high stand, hanging over the edge. I was impressed, to say the least, to see half a dozen over-sized, salmon coloured claws dangling from the side of my plate.
I cut the legs open with a pair of scissors & pulled out the meat to make it easier for Zephy to get on & eat. I also left the claw on his plate to remind him of what he was eating.
I then prepared my Dad’s plate & turned, only to see him teasing Yaya (my Mum) with the claw.
“Get outta here ya stinker!” She said.