Crab Dip

I'm so stoked. Sometimes Boss Man has extra blue crabs that aren't heavy enough to (in good conscience) sell. Should there be a large enough quantity, he offers them to us to take home. Last night was such a night, and let me say:

Score.

I ended up with at least three or four dozen hardshells, which required only 3 manhours for Mum and me to pick. Armed with mounds of cream cheese, mayo, sour cream, and cheddar, I am prepared to make a beastly amount of crab dip for home AND the market. AND IT WILL BE GOOD.

This is my way of saying, "Thank you, seafood market, for being such a wonderful place and providing money and food as needed, and I'm sorry I didn't hang up the mats properly last night, and forgot to charge that lady for her extra garden salads. I love you all the same." Hopefully the seafood market will answer, "Holy Old Bay, Batman, this is delicious. What were you saying about that salad?" Or similarly.

By the way, have you seen Batman yet? Does anyone even read this blog yet to see the aforementioned questioned? If the answer is yes to either (and therefore both?), then you rock, and so did "Dark Knight." My coworkers and bosses went to a late-night showing and let me say, it was EPIC. I love superheroes who rely on their own wit/intelligence/technology, rather than just a toxic waste pit or radiation. Perhaps it isn't as impressive that they rely on tech to fly, but I'm impressed. They're smart. Batman has for while been my favorite super, and Robin... I don't know, maybe he'll be in the next Christopher Nolan version.

I'm making crab dip tomorrow. And it's gonna rock.