We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
I've never understood the passion for the boiled or steamed Blue Crab on the Atlantic coast. Too much work for too little reward - though they are by far the tastiest crab in the world, and a true Maryland Crab Cake is the best. A lobster rewards effort better, but lobsters do not live in Maryland.
(Sauteed soft-shelled - moulting - Blue Crabs are another matter entirely. Great stuff.) Spelling note: "moult" or "molt" are both acceptable spellings, but apparently "molt" is more American.
Well, jeez, Bird Dog, who wouldn't love lobster better than anything? I certainly do. But we haven't been able to train them to swim down and live in the warm waters of the Gulf of Mexico where we can lure them into lobster pots and eat them [a [i]lot[i] of them] any time we want.
So, we have to content ourselves with blue crabs, which love it here, and which we used to catch in our sailboat slip, even in February, and could take home and boil up a mess of, after sailing. Not as good as lobster, but "you have to sail in the wind you're in," as my husband says.