There is nothing easier than a crab dinner. The crabs come out of the refrigerator about 20 minutes to dinner. A salad is tossed and some butter is melted. Throw together a little vinaigrette with some oil and balsamic and Dijon mustard on hand, slice a few rounds of a chewy baguette and that's about it. Even a plate is going too far. We cut up paper bags, laid them on the table under our crabs and folded them up and threw them away when we were done. The crab shells went in a bowl to be used for seafood stock, later. This might have been the best meal I ever made, if you can call it cooking.
The rest of the weekend was about food too--a giant pot of white bean chili on Saturday to share with friends, a mess of Easter candy, a double date to a suburban salad bar on Sunday. This week I have to reel it back in and be more frugal. Things are more uncertain than ever and there's a lot of life maintenance I want to take care of this month--shoe repairs, dry cleaning, hair, doctor visits--while I know I have the resources to do so, because next month it could all change.