So the dueling crab towns are up against each other for the almighty super bowl ring this year. Great... now I have a dilemma.

I am married to a football fanatic - hence we are hosting a super bowl party on Sunday.  Lucky me. I just found out that the little yellow thingy the ref  throws out refers to a penalty of some kind. What? I am still trying to figure out how they get those painted lines to magically move on the TV after each play!

Here in lies the problem. I don't like seafood, never cooked it, and our party won't be complete without something to appease the crab lovers. Ugh. To top that off, I'm not a exactly Gordan Ramsey. I can put beer in the fridge, make a mad margarita, and cut up a meat and cheese tray like a ginsu warrior, but this is not my forte.

Beyonce promises not to lip synch, but can I promise not to use imitation crab?

Off to the internet I go, to school myself on the culinary delights of crab cooking and here is what I found:

Baltimore and San Francisco both love crabs with equal passion, BUT, they love different kinds and they love them in different ways. In San Francisco, it's big, meaty Dungeness crab -- either steamed and served with butter, or cooked down into cioppino -- the universal seafood stew. In Baltimore, the sweet and juicy blue crab is king. If you try to cook up a Baltimore-style blue crab without a smothering coat of Old Bay, I'm pretty sure the crab police will come after you. Then there's crab cakes, packed with as little filler as humanly possible.

Whew! Thank God for the internet.

I don't like crab and can't decide which crab town will win my friends hearts and stomachs. So, little does hubby know,  while I am performing my ninja skills on some well deserving summer sausage, he will be making crab dishes from both cities on the big day.

Happy Super Bowl!