A Perfect Evening

When I came home from the gym today, I decided to make crab cake. About a month and a half ago, I had bought crab cake from a distributor for United States Beef; I had gotten a good deal on steak and seafood. The site says that there are 8 crab cakes in that package. I got 9.

Well, seafood doesn't really keep as long as steak, so having opened the box and bag to get to the crab cakes, I had to plan ahead to finish them quickly. So I figured, I'll have 5 tonight and 4 one day during the weekend.

While the crab cake was baking in the oven, I started watching Taken, coming in a little late because etimus and She-ra already started. I was entranced. When the crab cakes were done, I brought them out but kept watching, knowing I could not go up to my living area to eat: I had to watch the movie!

The movie is relentless. Liam Neeson's character is merciless. You expect him to pussy-foot around when the last bad guy is holding his daughter as a human hostage. The bad guy expects it. The bad guy, apparently thinking this is a James Bond movie, begins to talk. Before he even gets to what I assume is the verb (he didn't get out enough for me to figure out if he was speaking English or Albanian), there's a hole in his head. Cold. Fricking. Blooded.

And that's not even the most spectacular shot!

What made it even better was the crab cake. The crab cake came out with the perfect degree of crunchiness on the outside and savoriness on the inside. And five crab cakes were too much! I invited etimus and She-ra to try some. She-ra, like me, wished she were still hungry so she can have some more. Etimus, quite understandably, had to call Sumo Bean to rave about the movie. When he came back, and I asked him to try some crab cake, he was casual--after all, what could be better than what we just saw in low rez awesomeness?

I persisted. She-ra helped insist. Etimus tried the crab cake She-ra had started on. He loved it. When I pondered what to do with the fifth one, etimus pulled a Viggy, and I could not say no. He had just eaten. And yet he scarfed down the fifth crab cake.

"You're so lucky you're hungry," I said. "I wish I were still hungry so I could've had that last one."

"I'm not even hungry," said etimus, his mouth full of awesomeness.

Etimus then posted on this blog.

He is still thinking of the crab cake.

We're both thrilled there was one more crab cake than advertised.

An evening hardly gets more perfect than this!