If you’re here just to read about the murphy bed, sorry. I didn’t work on it yesterday. I probably won’t be doing anything more to it until this weekend. All I have left is paint and door handles, but my job is proving to be an effective deterrent to any further progress. My regular posts are just about stuff that happens to me. Like this:
Last night for dinner, I went to a seafood carryout place. I really wanted some broiled fish. The place I usually go to for steamed shrimp or crabs is called Pappas, which used to be called Hale’s. I like their food. They have good, meaty cream of crab soup. Mmm… Anyway, while I was waiting for my food, I was perusing their chilled food display, and the name of their largest crab cake made me laugh. They had regular crab cakes, “colossal” crab cakes, and then there was the large one:
I wish my picture was at a better angle, because this crab cake was huge. And I think I know why they call it “Courage”. Years ago, I got a novelty-sized crab cake from a different place. They called it their “Pounder-Plus”. A friend dared me to eat it. It was a challenge. I almost couldn’t eat it all; crab cakes are rich. But I was successful, and the friend who dared me to eat it had to keep her promise and buy me the T-shirt the restaurant offered: “I ate the Pounder-Plus!” Ha!
But I won’t be doing that again anytime soon. I have lost my courage for such a crab cake challenge. I have tried to eat a pound of other things in one sitting. Beef – successful. Chocolate – unsuccessful. Steamed shrimp – successful. Have I done cheese? Hmmm…