I can just see those little crabs crawling around.
When I was laying around one day recuperating the knee I was thinking of what I could make for a quick, easy and summery dinner; crab was the first thing I thought of. The second thing that came to mind were my BOYS and the pet hermit crabs they had when we lived in Iowa. We had 100 days of snow cover one year and that was when the poor little crabs met an untimely death and they froze in our basement. When we moved to Iowa, I remember someone telling us that that part of Iowa was considered the “Florida of Iowa” — no way I believed that after that year with 100 days of snow cover staring us in the face morning after morning.
We had woods behind our house where the boys sometimes would go to explore. One particular day the doorbell rang and when I opened the door there stood my two little boys, smiles beaming from ear to ear holding a five gallon bucket screaming “look mom, what we found”‘ and there staring up at me was the biggest nastiest bullfrog I have ever seen in my life. That frog did not make it through the doorway.
For some reason these crab cakes took me back to those times in Iowa with the boys and their soon to be sister, lots of snowy winter nights, good friends from church, dinner club, welcome wagon, summer and fall festivals, and lots of other memories of our time spent in Ft. Madison. I love those memories and I hope to hold on to mine forever.
So, hermit crabs, bull frogs to delicious crab cakes. What a jump. I’ve said before, my mind tends to wander. Hope you like the cakes.