There could not be better subject matter with which to kick off my blog. Let me start by telling you all a delicious bedtime story: Once upon a time there was a man named Joe. He owned a tiny restaurant with his wife in Miami called (what else?) Joe’s Restaurant. The year was 1921. It was a successful operation—one might say Miami’s first hot spot, long before the pulsating night life of modern-day South Beach. But, oh, the best was yet to come! One day, a marine biologist friend of Joe’s brought a burlap sack to the restaurant, full of curious looking crabs. He wanted to know if Joe had…