We three squabbling asians have a different idea of celebrating Independence Day. This year, in celebration of Yuan’s new real job, he decided to blow his paycheck on shellfish and he, along with Little Miss, showed up to Davis with a giant cooler full of blue crab, spot prawn, lobsters, clams, and oysters. Then we cooked it all and ate ourselves into a shellfish stupor. First, Little Miss and Bjorn had the brilliant idea of conducting a spot prawn race on a papertowel track. Turns out tiny legs and large bodies do not allow them to travel very far – or really at all outside of water. Next time, they should try the friskier blue crab.
We made a decadent paella with the spot prawn, crabs, and clams. Here, one of the blue crab is attempting an escape.
We split the lobsters, then grilled them with herb butter. The oysters were eaten on the half-shell by everyone but me due to my gestational state. I’m bitter about it so I am not including any pictures.
A shellfish feast!