I grew up off of a small cove of the Chesapeake Bay. My Dad would love to go crabbing and, of course, we ate a lot of crabs.
Your post made me smile and brought back fond memories.
Baltimore is now a crappy town but THEY STILL HAVE CRABS!
Rules for eating crabs at my house:
-you must learn how to de-shell your own crabs. Do not ask parents to do it. This rule starts around age 5 or so.
-you must take a crab closest to you. You cannot fish around in the pile of steamed crabs for the biggest one.
-you must finish all parts of your crab before you take another one.
Wow.....I live in Delaware now and yes, we have crabs. But that’s only because most Delawareans are now former Marylanders.
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Hah...we kind of had those same rules. I admit, I never went any further inside the body than those “cabinets” the legs attached to.
The gills always disgusted me.