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with Captain Chaos
Asian Mud Crab
1 large mud crab killed by freezing or dropping into boiling water
for a minute
1 tablespoon crushed ginger 1 tablespoon of crushed garlic
1⁄2 cup of tomato paste
1 tablespoon coconut sugar
1⁄4 cup of Chinese rice wine 1⁄4 cup fish sauce and oyster sauce
1⁄2 teaspoon sesame oil
80ml of vegetable oil
2 tablespoons tamarind concentrate
First clean the crabs. Cut in half then cut each half into four pieces,
crack the legs and claws. Heat the oil in a large wok, add garlic
and chilli then the crab pieces, add all the rest of the ingredients
and toss and cook for about six minutes cover and cook for two
Ser ve by placing the lot in a bowl in the centre of the table with
finger bowls as this is finger food.
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Anything to do with the sea and rivers and I’m happy. But
a recent trip nearly ended in disaster. One afternoon a
four wheel drive ute pulled up at my gate.
“ You home Chaos? ”
I know that voice anywhere. “Danny! What’s up? ”
“I’m going down to the mangroves near the river mouth to
throw a few crab traps in and do a bit of fishing. Wanna come? ”
“ Sure thing! I’ll grab my gear.”
It wasn’t long before the dog and I were in the ute and heading
for the mangroves .
“I wouldn’t mind a muddie. I haven’t had one of those since
that Chinese restaurant in Elizabeth Street that specialised in
mud crabs. I hope we catch a few.”
Danny turned off onto an old fire trail and we bounced and
crashed down in behind the mangroves where there was an open
channel which headed out into the estuary.
“ This is one of my favourite spots. There’s a lot of bream and
crabs and the tide is on its way in. You dig out the fishing gear
while I set the traps.”
We both set to work and in a short time we were casting
out into the channel and getting a few bites on the line but the
mozzies were biting us more, despite the stuff we had coated
“I hope this is worthwhile!”
“Don’t worry they’ll calm down now the sun has gone down.”
It was getting late and we had caught a few decent bream
and flathead. Danny said it was a bit early to pull the traps but I
convinced him because of the mozzies, with me being their blood
bank. The rope that was holding the traps to the bank had come
lose so Danny had to wade in to retrieve them.
“Anything in them? ”
“I’ll throw them up on the bank. We’ll be able to see better.”
Danny was still standing in the water next to the bank when
he put his hand in and came out holding a monster.
“ Take a look at this Chaos ... and there’s another one in there,”
Danny said waving the huge crab above his head. I saw some
movement. Coming down the channel was a tinnie with no lights.
“Look out Danny! The bastard’s heading right for you.”
Danny screamed as he tried to climb up the bank. I don’t
think the two blokes in it saw us as the boat roared by. In his
haste Danny had let slip the crab but had managed to clutch it
near his crutch. I started to guffaw but stopped when I saw the
look on Danny’s face.
“Chaos, it’s got one of me fingers and is caught up in my
trousers. Get the knife and cut his bloody claw off.”
I raced back to the fishing gear and grabbed the knife and
started to cut the claw from his finger. The claw came away but
it was still gripping his finger. There was a sudden yell of pain.
“I think its other claw has got me goolies. For Gawd’s sake
be careful with that knife!”
That was when the other trap took off down the river behind
the boat. The loose rope must have got caught by the lines trawling
behind. When the boat went around the bend the trap flew out
of the water and wrapped itself around a mangrove trunk. The
line went taut then snapped.
We didn’t have time to worry about that. The crab was now
hanging by its remaining claw from the crutch of Danny’s pants.
From the pain on his face it had hold of something special. Danny
was fighting to get it off without doing himself a permanent injur y.
“Can I be of assistance? ” I asked waving the knife towards him.
“No! Just keep away. Aagh! I’ve got it off. It only grabbed
some skin on the inside of me leg.”
We packed up and headed home. The next day I cooked the
crabs for us both. Danny had a dressing on the wound. He told
me his leg was badly bruised. He enjoyed eating the crab. h
Knackered by a muddie
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