CRABS.

I've been busy documenting the artists of the Flying Circus Project '09/'10's first installment, musée de la danse: expo zéro. But on Saturday night, I did not dine with the eminent artists.

Why?

Because my mother brought back hairy crabs from China.



Ooh, look at 'em. Nom nom nom nom.

She brought back a whole basketful, in fact:



I sat up late eating them with a nutcracker, a plate of rice and a bowl of cut avocado, capsicum and arugula, while watching TED lectures on my laptop.

Life isn't good. It's decadently, awesome.



Unless you're a hairy crab, of course. Read about FCP here.