Spanner crabs
Christmas day is usually about the three Ps. We are not talking marketing jargon here buut Prawns, Prawns and Prawns. Christmas Eve therefore is about an 8am visit to Peter’s Fish Market. Already it is crazy with a rough looking fishy bouncer on the door. But I don’t reckon his chances with the clientele who, to be kind, are from the obese side of the tracks.
What was more gobsmakin’ than the array of fish was the beer barrel sized bellies exposed to the world. No tops, not even a wife beater (Aussie for blue singlet). Bare!
And let’s not talk about thee muffin top midriffs.
Our problem is the diverse tastes in Jackie’s family. She can’t eat Oysters after being poisoned by bad ones once too often. Her sister Gae and two of her children – Michael and Clancy – won’t eat fish. Gae and her mother Margaret don’t want prawns. Gae wants the bizarre triangular variation of a crab/cray mix Morton Bay Bugs. Jackie and Gae’s dad phone does want prawns but won’t eat bugs.
Morton Bay Bugs
I’ll eat anything and will be making spanner crab cakes. I’d like to do a Thai influenced salad but half of the part scream when confronted with Chillis – that’s in the supermarket.
Oh, and that’s the other thing up here. Aside from the fish market and a couple of fruit barns all shopping is in supermarkets and malls. We are used to our local markets in Melbourne as well as the grass roots Farmers’ variety.
Prawn today, mourn tomorrow
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