Speaking of working for it... I love it when your plate arrives with utensils from the specialty hardware store. I love it even more when you dig in and soon the exoskeleton shards are flying with resounding CRACKs and your fingertips, your hands, your forearms are dripping with crustaceal goodness and lemon juice and just a hint of melted butter. And your lips! Of course your lips are slathered with all the above and you look for a moment at that napkin you wish you’d remembered to place closer to your neck not on your lap. But napkins are the utensils of fools, how could you stop.Talk about autoerotic asphyxiation! My airways are collapsing just reading of this iodine-laden fare. I'll live, though, which makes the death blissfully little. And that's about all you can ask from death, that it comes in compact Tupperwares long enough for you to purchase the season-one DVD of Temperatures Rising. Welcome to the blogosphere, Angelenos!
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