Having lived on both east and west coasts and gone crabbing for blues in NC and dungeness in CA, my preference is dungeness.Part of this is probably due to the amount of crabmeat attained per minute of shelling effort but the taste sure is good too!Of course, I'll take what I can get. Now that I live in Boston, I'm stuck with whatever is for sale at the moment.Now I face the wrath of T race and others from Chesapeake Bay area :)
Quote from: "kchaudha"Having lived on both east and west coasts and gone crabbing for blues in NC and dungeness in CA, my preference is dungeness.Part of this is probably due to the amount of crabmeat attained per minute of shelling effort but the taste sure is good too!Of course, I'll take what I can get. Now that I live in Boston, I'm stuck with whatever is for sale at the moment.Now I face the wrath of T race and others from Chesapeake Bay area :)The best blue crab recipe I've seen is to take a nice medium blue crab, pop off his claws, bust his shell in half with any blunt instrument, rip off the shell and remaining legs and send him to the bottom behind a 2 oz egg sinker and 3/0 Kahle and wait for a nice fat tasty red or black drum to eat the damn thing... Now thats good eating!
Your placement of the looooooowly Dungeness Crab in the same paragraph as the noble Blue Crab must be contested - to almost imply that the loooooooowly Dungeness Crab swims in the same holy sea as the kingly Blue Crab prevails upon my epicurean tastes. Dern. Being borned on the Chesapeake myself, why, I believe we may have to arm wrastle, in that I may restore the luster to the Blue Crab's barnacled reputation. Being banished to this loathsome coast myself, I have had the grave misfortune of consuming pounds of the loooooowly Dungeness, deprived of access to the bounty of my homeland, and fairly long for the sweet fruit of a Blue Crab claw, the very pinnacle of his race ! OK, OK.....the Dungeness can be edible if that is all you have Trace, excellent commentary!So you like to arm wrassel? Well by golly, let's get wit it.... right now!All right, lets go. Me and you. Oh no!....Ripped a bicep...damn...you're off the hook. Better say you blessings, pal Fellers...from all appearances...our buddy Trace would turn me into a pretzel. An old-fashioned Snyder's of Hanover pretzel
Now I face the wrath of T race and others from Chesapeake Bay area :)
Trace, I swar, you crack me up Ain't but one like you son