Seventy-five years, one recipe.
Dad's has worked these waters since 1950 — generations of the same family buying off licensed Dorchester County boats we know by name. Same captains, same creeks, same handshake at the dock.
Every basket gets culled by hand before it leaves the shed. Light crabs go back. What's left is what Dad would put on his own table — then it hits the pot over rock salt and Dad's Choptank Blend, same as the backyard feasts we grew up on.
The boats changed. The pot didn't. Today the whole ritual — crabs, pot, mallets, bibs, paper, seasoning — rides in one branded box, steamed the day we deliver, Cambridge dock to your door.