Friday Funny: Beware of the Crab Claws!

Friday Funny:  Beware of the Crab Claws

If you’ll recall, at the end of the last Friday Funny, we had just arrived at Ezell’s Fish Camp in West Nowhere, Alabama to celebrate Eric’s great-grandparent’s anniversary.  Now, you can imagine that I was truly having a day if I have more than one embarrassing funny story about that day, but unfortunately, I do.

Because we were there with such a large party, we weren’t ordering off the menu that day.  They were just bringing out huge trays of fried seafood for a family buffet.

Eric had been going on and on for days about how good crab claws were, and he was really looking forward to eating them at Ezell’s.  Well, I personally, am more of a steamed/boiled/grilled seafood, kind of girl, but I love crab legs and crab in general, so I’m excited to try them too.

**I should stop for a minute and add, that although I had lived in Georgia my whole life, and I was only one state away in Alabama, I had never before seen fried crab claws on a menu.  I just don’t think we eat those in Georgia.  It’s like fried pickles.  We didn’t have those in Georgia either.  It’s why we moved.**

Anywho, back to the story.  The food came and we were all starving.  Eric points out the crab claws, so I make sure to add them to my plate.  In case you haven’t run across these little beauties before, they look like little fried hushpuppies with a point on them.

Oh look, I thought, they even got the meat out of the claw!  I had been eating crab legs all my life, so I was impressed at the talent it took to do that!

I popped it into my mouth.

Crunch!

Oh my goodness!  There was an actual claw inside!  WHY OH WHY would anyone FRY THE ACTUAL CLAW???  What do I do??  Maybe I can chew it up and get it down!  

I’m trying to play it cool, thinking maybe no one will notice as I try to just swallow it and let my stomach try to figure it out.  This to shall pass and all of that.  Well, of course Eric looks over, horrified and asks if I just tried to eat the whole thing.

Just shy of tears, I shook my head no, and reached for my glass of tea.  Swallow, swallow, gulp, choke, swallow.  DOWN!  I did it!  No one has to know.

“You didn’t know there was a claw in the middle?” Eric laughed (loudly)  “That’s why they are called ‘crab claws!'”

Just so you know, I’m still highly suspicious of fried foods.  I mean, if people hide inedible crab shells inside of breading and feed them to unsuspecting Georgia girls, what else might they hide in there???

To this day, anytime we go to a seafood restaurant, some reference is made to crab claws.

Heather wants the crab claws.  I wonder if crab claws are in season.  Hey, be careful, did you know there’s a claw inside of that?  Would you like to try one of my crab claws?  Um, no, I would not, thankyouverymuch!

So, now you can consider yourself warned:  BEWARE OF THE CRAB CLAWS!

Happy Friday Everyone!!

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