The crab meat in chocolate milk reminded me that my mother supposedly craved hard-shelled steamed MD blue crabs when she was pregnant with older DSis. My dad belonged to a social club with a bunch of his buddies and brothers and the last Saturday before my sister was born, they had a crab feast. My mother kept eating, and eating, and eating... she wouldn't let them clear the shells from her table because she wanted to see how many she had eaten. She placed the shells in piles of one dozen, and when she had finally had enough, she had eaten almost nine dozen crabs!
In telling this story years later, we always accused her of exaggerating, but several relatives who had been there swore it was true. Mom says the only reason she stopped eating was because the kitchen ran out of crabs, and secondarily, because she was concerned that my sister would be born with claws!
She easily beat my personal best of two dozen!
Queen Colleen