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I posted this up at …nA : nU : nA : nU… awhile back. Searching for a link in my blog when I remembered this posting. Thought it would make a good laff here.
Speaking of crabs, Dad taught me the important lesson of killing them for the meal. Imagine a 12 year old with her dad behind the house, by the sink, with 10 crabs and a big kitchen knife (not the cleaver!!)
Dad : Wena, this is how to kill the crab. I’ll show you how to do it for one crab and you do the rest.
Wena : Me?!?!?
Dad : Yep. Now, flip the crab over and push the knife through the belly.
Wena : Errr….. okay (looks extremely skeptical. Smokie the Cat was looking on throughout this conversation).
Dad : Here. You try it.
(Wena looking at the biiiiiiiiiiiigggggggggggggggg crab claws. Claws were tied up with string but crabs were frantically clawing and moving and… Definitely need tremendous courage.)
Wena : Do I have to do it all? (Starting to wonder where the heck is Jas and why she isn’t doing it).
Dad : Yep. Then we eat.
Wena : Hmmm… (picks up one crab and pushes the knife through. Cannot do it.) Dad, too tough lar!
Dad : Eh, push harder. I know you can do it.
Wena : Humpphh! (Pushes harder. Knife goes in. Crab goes into death throes.)
Dad : Great work! Now, only 8 more to go.
Wena : Sigh.
Hi Dad! 🙂