Wendy and I cooked crabs for dinner on Boxing Day. And when I say that, I mean Wendy cooked crabs and I got the butter out of my refrigerator. Well, I pulled the guts out of one of them, too. We tossed around the idea of a new form of vegetarianism: not eating meat unless you kill it yourself. That way, you appreciate what's involved.

The crabs shortly before they meet the "court bouillon".