The sunny weather has brought a hankering for juicy fish, and when I think of summer food I always think of crab claws in their shells. I first had these, just like this, at Out of the Blue, in Dingle, and enjoyed about twenty minutes of pure bliss as I sucked on the sweet and salty meaty shells. (hmm) Crab claws are great with a pint of Guinness and a day with nothing to do else to do, but they are hard to share, too yummy you see.
Atlantic Crab Claws in garlic butter
I was determined to get real claws, not frozen ones, they are worlds apart, no matter what anyone says. My fishmonger (yes I know) called me to tell me he could organise this for me, like some illegal dealing. I called down, kids in tow to collect my haul. The only claws in sight were the ones still attached to their owners, huge crabs climbing on top of each other in a tank. They were pulled out and de-clawed there and then. One of the claws even started walking off on its own, the boys loved it and screamed like, well little boys. For activists out there and believers in the rights of fish, I was assured they would be killed soon after....
For 2 hungry people
2kg claws in their shell, the shells weigh a lot
Garlic – as much as you like
Lemon juice – a good squeeze
Fresh Parsley chopped – a handful
- Put on a very large pot of water to boil, add a good pinch of salt. Put the crab claws in when the water starts to boil and then wait for it to come back to a boil. Boil the claws for 5 mins and turn off the heat, you can leave them sit in the water if you are eating them later. Drain.
- Outside, with a tea towel and a hammer, carefully crack each shell just enough that it will come apart. Don’t wallop them too hard or your walls will be pebble-dashed with shell-fish.
- Melt the butter in a large pan and add the chopped garlic and cook for a few minutes, squeeze in the lemon juice and toss in the parsley.
- Now put the cracked claws into the pan with the garlic butter and spoon over the butter, reheat them gently and serve with lots of crusty bread and some cold plonk