Because Cranky gave me a fantastic, nanotech, human-genome, space-age, bells-and-whistles tripod to use with my camera. It's — yeah — "all that."
It even smells good: Black rubber and knurly (not a typo; look it up) knobs, metal, modern esters (I would guess), the smell of (well, I'm not going to say "new car") — Victory!
And, so, see... It works! Dr. Biggles told me last summer I'd have to get a tripod, and I was all like, "why?" Well. Duh. Jiggles, eh, Biggles? Bad lighting, shaky hands, focus disasters.
Here's the oysters with a tricked-up mignonette sauce. No shallots were harmed in the making of this mignonette, but we did sacrifice the first dribblings from a new bottle of Spanish sherry vinegar. Gosh, it was seriously good.
Then the crab, tossed in a saute pan with copious amounts of butter, and flavored with ginger, garlic, minced parsley and fresh Meyer lemon juice.
Look at the picture: The crab is surrounded by watercress. And if that's not enough, the plate — a Christmas present this morning from Cranky's Cranky Sister — is from Saudi Arabian Airlines! What a crack-up!