As Hurricane Hanna prepared to swing through Virginia, mommie and daddy packed me and Seneca into the car really early in the morning and headed down to the river to a little town called Ophelia where my great-grandma lives. Their plan worked and we successfully beat the storm and while it rained and blew outside, we settled in for my very first (and my mommie's too) crab pickin', followed by a crabcake cook off between great grandma and our friend Bob.
Luckily, we didn't actually have to say whose crabcakes were better (from the talk at the table, they were both delish) and I'll have to wait a few years before I can actually weigh in with my opinion.
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Future judge?
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