Old Bay

I've been meaning to post these pictures for a while now. Monday night (2 weeks ago), we ended up with a large quantity of Maryland blue crabs. So they boiled them with some Old Bay seasoning (apparently the only way to have true Maryland crabs), covered two tables with newspaper and everyone dug in. The following pictures remind me of the warmth and love of Thanksgiving with your family:

Sometimes the people on the farm all seem to be working against each other, and it can be incredibly disheartening to be a part of a community with so many splinters. When someone added some blue crabs and Old Bay seasoning that night, the whole farm seemed to come back together. Sisters and brothers were helping each other rip open the crabs and find the most succulent pieces. People sat next to each other who normally wanted little to do with the other, and everyone shared in the delicious mess of crabby goodness. I have never enjoyed crab so much in my life!

Even after we had cleaned up the giant mess of crab bits afterward, my lips still stung with the seasoning, and I can clearly remember the warm, comfortable feeling of tearing apart and devouring delectable crabs among dear friends and family.