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A wholesale polystyrene tray containing a crawling mass of crayfish, straight off the morning trawler at Portsmouth and up to the depths of the Oxfordshire countryside. A first for me transforming these muddy coloured little critters into bright pink edible morsels.

A pang of squeamish guilt as each was dropped into the saucepan. the most active, who happened to be the largest, was the last to go. I named him Oslo, for no particular reason. That's him in the picture. Crazy bugger; claws a snipping at me, several attempts to claw over his compatriots in a vain attempt at freedom, but what was I to do. The only options being flushed down the toilet or into the pot. The pot won.

Oslo enlivened a nice risotto the following day; most were served simply with a little bread and butter and a mighty fine Italian white to wash them all down with. Sublime.

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That's made me really hungry! Rats!

What can I say - you're a braver man than me... Those claws look positively terrifying! But I'm sure the risotto made up for it...

he was a little bugger if truth be told. Not a huge amount of meat but very tasty...

I bloody hate crayfish! We had to cook them quite regularly in the fine dining kitchen at college and they would always squirm about and try to claw you whenever you pick them up. Nasty little bastards they are. I love lobsters, they're so dosile and you can get quite attached to them after a while.

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