....or your crab cakes will burn.
That's ok, I was afraid that they were going off anyway. Now the question of what bad crab smells like is moot.
Little Hawk let me go to the knitting store today in search of a spindle, but to no avail. For once, the little shop of fuzzy wonders was lacking. So, instead of being reasonable and waiting to go order one from Knit Picks, I bought two skeins of Plymouth and a set of size 2 double-point needles, or dpns. One skein is a variegated pinks, and the other several shades of dusky lavender. I have succumbed to the deadly Wooly Startitis and threw a coffee-cup cozy on the needles right away in the lavender.
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