Growing up near the Eastern Shore of Maryland, I was always exposed to seafood, most importantly crabs.  Steamed Maryland crabs were my favorite variety and Mom hosted scores of crab feasts in our back yard in the heat of summer.   I can still remember Mom saying she wouldn't actually eat the crabs because it was "too much work for too little reward."  She was referring to the fact that sometimes it took us a good five minutes of prying and cracking and de-clawing the crab before we could even celebrate a morsel of its luscious meat.  On the … [Read more...]