[https://chesapeakebaymagazine.com/1st-chesapeake-blue-crab-found-on-ireland-coast/](https://chesapeakebaymagazine.com/1st-chesapeake-blue-crab-found-on-ireland-coast/)
Blue crabs are a popular commodity in my home town but it’s very weird they somehow ended up in Ireland and really screwed up the native wild life over there. For the sake of the ecosystem, hopefully this doesn’t happen again. This happened about a year or so ago during lockdown, so if there’s any updates on this situation and the effects it’s had on Irelands wildlife lmk.
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Here’s another link on the topic from The Irish Times [https://www.irishtimes.com/news/ireland/irish-news/chesapeake-blue-crab-found-on-dublin-beach-threatens-native-species-1.4508924](https://www.irishtimes.com/news/ireland/irish-news/chesapeake-blue-crab-found-on-dublin-beach-threatens-native-species-1.4508924)
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Interesting timing considering they’re at their lowest numbers ever (that we know of).
Harbour/green crabs from Ireland and Britain have been horrifically invasive in America and other places. It would be fitting (but also awful) if an American crab returned the favour.
No predators?
“In an iron skillet over a low fire I place a certain amount of Dora’s butter. ( NB: Dora was her Jersey cow.) As it melts, I stir in the flaked crab meat, lightly, tenderly. The flakes must not become disintegrated; they must not brown. I add lemon juice, possibly a tablespoonful for ach cup of crab meat. I add salt and pepper frugally, paprika more generously, and a dash of powdered clove so temporal that the flavor in the finished Newburg is only as though the mixture had been whisked through a spice grove. I add Dora’s golden cream. I do not know the exact quantity. It must be generous, but the delicate crab meat must never become deluged with any other element. The mixture bubbles for a few moments. I stir in dry sherry, the quantity again inestimable. Something must be left to genius. I stir in well beaten eggs, perhaps an egg, perhaps two, for every cup of flakes. The mixture must now no more than be turned over on itself and removed in a great sweep from the fire. I stir in as tablespoonful, or two, of the finest brandy, and turn the Newburg into a piping hot covered serving dish. I serve it on toast points and garnish superfluously with parsley, and a Chablis or white Rhine wine is recommended as an accompaniment. Angels sing softly in the distance.
We do not desecrate the dish by serving any other, neither salad nor dessert. We just eat crab Newburg. My friends rise from the table, wring my hand with deep feeling, and slip quietly and reverently away. I sit alone and weep for the misery of a world that does not have blue crabs and a Jersey cow.”
Ya Chesapeake and the Kennedys story is pretty screwed up alright.