Discussion in 'Food & Wine' started by night_son, Aug 17, 2018.
That's what she wanted to know. No it was actually a dugout palm tree with an outrigger.
We had crab cakes in Baltimore, yummy.
You're welcome. Enjoy.
When it comes to Maryland Crab I like them either in crab cakes or just plain steam and Old bay and plop em on the table.
Phillips? You should try Silver Spring Mining Company, the Green Turtle, or the Gunpowder Lodge for crab cakes. Or Friendly Farm, which is off the beaten path a bit but worth it.
Blue crabs are guuuuuud.
We get em fresh out of the Chesapeake Bay here. Big fat ones, too.
Crab bisque is good.
Unfortunately I don't do crabs, regardless of whether they're edible or not. Intubation in an ER is not fun.........
We go crabbing often from shore. I've loved to do that since I was a kid. Just a chicken neck tied to a string and a net to scoop them up. Not the most productive means, but it's a great way to enjoy a day.
It works. And, yeah, it is a great way to enjoy the day. Agree.
The biggese blue crab I've ever seen was caught on a rope and a chicken neck on the pier at Buttonwood beach in Maryland. It's an old mobile home community that has a private beach and a cove. We go down there to jet ski, go tubing, and maybe somethimes race the speed boats there. Cool place. It has a pavilion for bands and whatnot and a pool on the beach and everything. An old lady caught it. She just dipped the rope off the pier and pulled it out. I think it was about 12 inches from point to point. Maybe even bigger.
She cooked that think, too, right that minute. lol.
But, yeah. I agree. Back and forth on the boat all day long working the line sucks big time. Too much work. And hot. I'll take shore crabbing any day over that.
I'll try that recipe, though, if I ever score some blues
That's a massive blue crab.
We stay more than a few times a year in Berlin, MD and go crabbing in Ayers creek. I used to take leave during the mid-90's in Ocean City. In addition to crabbing I sold mullet to local bait shops for extra money, taken with a cast net out of the same creek. One year, I think it was 1996, the crabs were running so thick you could wade out into the inlet and net them by hand. Good old days.
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