For me, with the fishing fleet at our doorstep, there was no shortage of culinary delights. I discovered the Dungeness crab. Some claim it to be the best in the world. As a lover of Chesapeake Bay Blue crab, I was ready to dispute this but, over time, came to accept that they may be right. During our second winter, knowing that we would move on, I vowed to eat 50 Dungeness crabs by springtime. It was not a good year for the crabbers; I only consumed 35.