09/11/2026
Dreaded 87th post.
I can’t thank everyone enough for your patience today. In a way, you were witnessing someone have a heart attack through social media. Ups is the only company that can give my heart a jolt like Alaskan coffee did 25 years ago.
We order late, and the company sends late for obvious reasons. Unfortunately, that leaves little wiggle room for the logistics. I’m not mad, well maybe bothered that the huge “fragile:fresh seafood” didn’t send off alarm bells.
It’s okay, I met the driver, gave him $20, opened my trunk, and started tossing bushels. I have his number, literally. This won’t happen tomorrow. I’ll meet him at noon with another $20 and do it all over again.
In my stress induced panic I did order another bushel of crabs. Let’s just say I was planning on worst case scenario. Idk what to do with 7 dozen crabs. So, I’m going to do 2 things.
1) sold out
Lastly, gumbo and crab cakes are on the horizon. The festivals will keep me busy until October. I know Mike wants to do gumbo in the first two weeks. I’ll work crab cakes as a midweek and do my best to be affordable for everyone, while still using unpasteurized jumbo lump from our blue crab vendor.
Washing machine minutes and real minutes aren’t even fu***ng remotely related.