1. Friday, February 18th and Saturday, February 19th were two of Kellogg's most revered and celebrated High Holy Days: the Kellogg Elks Crab Feed.
This most holy of Kellogg days and most prominent of Kellogg social occasions began on a very unexpected note for our family.
Let me explain: Stu shot me a message this morning. His daughter and grandson were staying at his home and this morning the grandson, Finnley, became ill. Stu didn't feel right about coming to Kellogg, even on this highest of holy days. He decided to stay home and help care for Finnley.
Stu also offered me his ticket if I knew anyone who might want to use it.
Well, as it turned out, Christy didn't have a ticket.
I told Stu she'd most likely accept his offer.
I was right.
More good news.
Ed had bought a fistful of tickets for different people and he was in possession of Stu's ticket.
All I had to do was vault into the Sube, rocket to Kingston, and have Ed hand me Stu's ticket.
I buzzed out to Ed's, got to see both Ed and Nancy, yakked for nearly an hour, and enjoyed some peanut butter bourbon poured over ice.
It was a perfect start to this most holy of days.
2. Weeks ago, Debbie and I had decided that we wanted to exercise the take-out option at the Kellogg Elks Crab Feed and Diane also wanted to do take out.
It was a little bit up in the air as to whose house we would eat at, but, as it turned out, Diane's floor guy stained her floors today so Debbie and I hosted the crab party.
Because her house would be inhabitable for several hours, Diane asked us if she could bring her four six week old puppies and two adult dogs to our house while we cracked and ate crab.
No problem!
So, shortly after 3:00 p.m., Gibbs' mom Chloe, the new mother, Olivia, and the four puppies (I never go their names straight) arrived with Diane and occupied the living room.
It was awesome -- well, for us humans it was awesome.
Gibbs was not as enthused.
He was more confused.
But nothing bad happened. Gibbs hid under an end table at times, perched himself on the ottoman so he could survey the scene other times, and spent time in Debbie's lap.
We humans, however, marveled at having these puppies at our party and very much enjoyed Chloe and Olivia joining in.
It was really fun, on this highest of holy days in Kellogg, to have our living room serve as a most hospitable dog pound for about five hours.
3. Our take-out Kellogg Elks Crab Feed was perfect.
I picked up the crabs uptown outside the Kellogg Elks building (today it was a temple!).
Diane brought a pasta salad.
Christy arrived.
I got out the crab cracking set of tools I bought for these high holy days a couple or three years ago.
Debbie, Diane, and Christy enjoyed a cocktail or two. I opened a bottle of Sauvignon Blanc.
Before long, we were at it, cracking crab, pulling out the sweet meat, talking, laughing, having a great time.
Our take-out allotment provided us with plenty of crab and Diane took home some leftover crab with the plan of making hot crab dip at a later date.
I ended our night with a gallon sized zip lock bag full of shells to turn into stock. This makes me very happy.
After dinner, we returned to the living room, enjoyed another drink or two, told stories, solved local and world problems, checked on college basketball scores occasionally, and had a fantastically fun party.
Our take-out Kellogg Elks Crab Feed was a blast, a total success, and, above all, supremely holy.
Amen.
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