By Lauren E.
I love crabs. Get your head out of the gutter. I mean the cute, crawly, Sebastian-esque singing crabs. Growing up in Maryland, I learned to have pride in our Maryland crabs, mastered the art of eating crabs at an early age, and personified them as my make-believe friends at an annual picnic of mostly-Jewish lawyers from a prominent Baltimore law firm.
Now I’m getting married and what better way to welcome my out-of-town guests than with a good ol’- fashioned Maryland crab feast? Just one problem. One of the “benefactors” of the wedding says “NO” to crabs at a Jewish wedding. I won’t bore you with all of my family and future-family treyf stories. The bottom line is, it’s a big fat NO.
I’m a bit disappointed.
Beer + crabs = a great way to begin a life of commitment to my best friend and soul mate. But if this is the biggest disagreement we have throwing together a wedding, then so be it!
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