Sunday, February 28, 2010

Friday Crab Blogging (late)

We have two delicacies for you today. First, another entry from that peripatetic adventurer from OldPort.

In keeping with many discussions here and here about art, I do believe we can say that crabs are in the eye of the beholder. It takes a human imagination to deconstruct this pic to detect the underlying crab theme, but I believe it. Of course one must run quickly to the dictionary to discover what cake "cases" are. One hopes it is not a viral exanthem. (BTW, when are you guys going to adopt the euro?)

The second is from the usual source:

This one brings up the question raised by an alert reader: "why are alien's eyes always megaproptopic?" Inquiring minds want to know.


Ray Girvan said...

I was so fixated on the red claws that didn't notice until looking closely at the picture that they're "silicone cake cases". Even ignoring the side thought that this might be a euphemism for brassiere, I really can't intuitively believe in them. I was brought up with any flexible plastic turning melty and toxic at oven temperature; even though I know intellectually that silicone cookware is real, my gut feeling is that it's an impossible abomination.

Dr. C said...

You can bake gorgeous, scrummy muffins and cupcakes without the need of a muffin tin by simply filling with cake mixture and placing on a baking tin.

Scrummy?????? That would be Rugby talk for something indelicate

Ray Girvan said...

"Scrummy": surprisingly old. Earliest OED citation is:

"Excellent, fine, ‘smashing’; enjoyable, delicious: 1915 MRS. H. WARD Eltham House i. 14 You've got to change and rest..before dinner!.. You've got to put on a scrummy frock too!"

But these days Google Books easily tops that: 1844.

Dr. C said...

And if you read down the page of "Evenings of a Working Man" you would find that "Tom 'tabbers his crabs' a moment longer..". You see, crabs always appear at the most opportune time.

Now "tabbers" is an interesting word. It appears in the following bawdy ballad:

With hammer on kettle he tabbers all day,
At night he will tumble on strumil or hay;
He calls me his jewel, his delicate duck,
And then he will take up my smicket to -
This way etc.

I wonder if that is a lemony smicket

Julie Heyward said...

Mr. Crabs is visiting Stonehenge? Or is he being attacked (or admired?) by a pack of green squares (the bane of all very cool crabs)?