For a displaced Marylander living in the Colorado Rockies (where something called “Rocky Mountain Oysters” are considered a local delicacy, but to sojourners like me are still really nothing more than deep-fried sheep’s balls), all this talk going on between Dawson J. and Tony A. about steamed crabs is triggering the ol’ Eastern shore saliva gland reflex. Umm…steamed crabs…served with fat, cobbed corn slickly dipped into a luxurious bath of buttermelt and salt…and southern-style coleslaw rich with mayonnaise… Shit, talk about your fatty indulgences!…given the Surgeon General’s current anti-obesity campaign, here’s a meal that would surely turn his face white. White as a queen’s ass, white… And the beer! — cold, draught amber beer, served in a chilled glass pitcher… Wow…

I admit, I like a good Guiness; but there’s something about a pitcher of Bud and steamed blue crabs that just gets the spittle bubbling a little bit more insistently…

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