There are precious few traditions that make Maryland a standout among the states. Sure, naming jousting you state sport is good, but there is absolutely nothing more Maryland than blue crabs from the Bay. These crustaceous, bottom-dwelling, cadaver-eaters are unsurpassed for sheer tastiness. Yes, I know, you have to steam them alive, cut off their face, and eviscerate them on the plate for just a few morsels of delicious meat, but still, it’s a small sacrifice of time on our part to enjoy their last full-measured sacrifice. Steam on, yonder caldron, there are warm days left and I’m feeling somewhat peckish.