Dec 26th in the US of Eh

Do you feel ripped off? No Boxing day! As a kid, Boxing day meant visitors and fresh crab. As in really fresh. As in bought on the dock and carried home in a plastic bag and killed on the counter top before being dropped in the pot of boiling water. I never ate it. I could never get over the smell, or the image of its legs waving in the air in its struggle against the kitchen knife right before - CHOP. And there it is, my temporary pet on the dinner table paired with a chardonnay and tiny forks.