My Pet Deviled Crab

I was reading Fat Kids Lie the other day (another one of my favorite blogs), and he had posted a picture of a cinnamon bun which he had put red hots on it for eyes.

This reminded me of a story from my past.

When I was in college - and I believe I've mentioned this before - I dated a guy who we'll call Spit, cause that's the punk name he was known by back then (what is it with me and guys with weird nicknames? Perhaps the following story will reveal my issue).

So, I was out one evening with Spit and a few other friends. Spit and I were vegetarians (he still is to this day and I know this because we've remained friends over the years). But, for whatever reason, we ended up at Captain Ds to get something to eat.

I know you may be thinking that vegetarians eat seafood, but that is not true. My rule was that I didn't eat anything with a face and that included fish and shrimp, etc. Spit would crave the batter dipped fish every now and again, which is probably why we were at Captain Ds. I probably got an order of fries and a hush puppie or something because I've never been a fan of fish and I didn't like any other seafood at the time, either.

Anyway, one of the friends we were with ordered a sampler platter that came with a deviled crab. He didn't eat the deviled crab, so we turned it upside down and stuck four french fry pieces into it for legs.

Then, we dotted on some ketchup for eyes. We named him Russell and took him out on the town for the night.

Before we ended our adventure, we went to a local grocery store. Russell came along too.

Russell was left on a shelf in the cereal aisle. I don't know what happened after that.

But we cracked up at the thought of some store clerk discovering him, sitting there getting riper by the minute.

And I'm over here laughing just remembering it. I'll have to email Spit so he can read this too.

RIP Russell. You were a fun deviled crab.