There's nothing like eating fresh crab legs. By fresh I mean they were caught at 5:00pm, steamed at 5:30 pm, and then eaten by me as a midnight snack after watching the Iditarod first place finisher. So juicy and delicious. No flavor or butter needed on these bad boys. Notice my freckles are getting darker in the picture! The Alaskan sun is bringing them back out loud and proud. How fresh are your crabs? Mine come from about 300 yards off of Front Street in Nome, Alaska. I can see the crab pots from my living room window. Be jealous, it's ok, I want you to be.