One of the things I miss most about college is the Maryland Crab Soup. Long gone are the days of p-chem all nighters, dollar natural light pounders, and a good old crock o' crab. Shortly after graduation, I reminisced my old bay glory days and developed my own homemade version.
After an extra two hours at work I came home with the idea to relax with a glass of wine and to treat myself to the old favorite. As the broth simmered, I uncorked a bottle.
Blech! I nearly spat the red venom into the pot. What to do when the wine poured makes you gag? Dumping wine down the drain is a serious crime; that's alcohol abuse. Not even Mad Dog 20/20 ever got that fate.
Suddenly, I stared at the crabs.
The crabs cockeyed back at me.
I raised an eyebrow. A little Barbera for the crabs... And voila. No abusive behavior and quite a twist to the old classic. I'll have to use the rest of the bottle on a red marinara.