It's really a subtle form of torture not eating crab. I love crab. There is nothing else that has the succulent fibrous texture of those sweet lumps of white. When my family moved to the Northwest from Minnesota decades ago, we went from thinking fish sticks were seafood to celebrating Christmas Eve dining on the delicious delicacy of fresh Dungeness crab. Those were the days! We loved the adventure of dining on this new, strangely armored seafood that looked more like a transformer robot than Yuletide dinner. Since every mallet, hammer and pliers in the house was needed to crack them, you can imagine the chaos with six kids. Alas, over the years I eventually developed an ironic allergy to crustaceans and now I only have visions of those crab legs dancing in my head.