{"id":1621,"date":"2017-02-15T07:00:42","date_gmt":"2017-02-15T11:00:42","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.lstr.net\/blog\/?p=1621"},"modified":"2018-04-06T23:04:10","modified_gmt":"2018-04-07T03:04:10","slug":"a-hot-crustacean-band","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.lstr.net\/blog\/2017\/02\/15\/a-hot-crustacean-band\/","title":{"rendered":"A Hot Crustacean Band"},"content":{"rendered":"

I do have to confess, I am not a big fan of crustaceans. A not entirely shocking confessional, I know, given my how I peg the life aquatic on my fondness meter. It is strange, because I spent most of my childhood picking crayfish (not crawfish or crawdads, thank you, we’re Pennsylvanians) out of the Wissahickon Creek (Crick<\/a> is also acceptable) as often as I could. Also strange, because I would annually beg for a temporary hermit crab pet when we went downna shore.<\/p>\n

Perhaps what ruined crabs for me was this scent from the Blue Lagoon. While most kids watched for glimpses of Brooke (not Crick) Shields swimming in the buff, I always returned to this scene with a sense of horror and fascination:<\/p>\n

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Which gets me back to crustaceans. Crabs. Lobsters. What have you. They’re just unsettling. (Not woodlice, erm, roly-polies, which are technically crustaceans, not bugs). \u00c2\u00a0Insects–and arthropods, in general–are unsettling to some, but not me. No, crabs and lobster. No matter how much butter or Old Bay you put on them, I’m just not a fan of their look, their taste or, frankly, the unnerving way we boil them alive. \u00c2\u00a0The exception is shrimp, but they are merely a conduit for cocktail sauce, which itself is merely a carrier of horseradish.<\/p>\n

So, when I see scenes like this:<\/p>\n

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