Keeper of the Crab Cakes

My husband has been out of town on business since Wednesday and even though I really do enjoy his company and cower under the covers at night with the gun on one side of the bed and the baseball bat on the other when he is gone...I savor his absences for two reasons: One. After Bean is all tucked into bed (stories read, teeth brushed, cheeks kissed a zillion times) I get to relax with a tall glass of wine and listen to whatever kind of music I want- music that does not involve hoes, money or cocaine.

And Two. I get to eat real food!

One of the many things I absolutely cherish about being a part of the south is the cuisine. The pressure cooked fried chicken I tried once while visiting relatives in Birmingham was a-freaking-mazing and the peach-anything in Georgia had it going on but nothing quite compares to the Creole dishes I’ve discovered here in Louisiana.

My husband loves it here just as much as I do but he has found inspiration elsewhere. Give that man a microwave burrito and a SunKist and send him on his merry way. Cajun ain’t really his thing. I, however, am head over heels in love with it.

Seriously, if I were to be stranded on a desert mountain or whatever and could only take three items with me they would be as follows: sunscreen, DiCaprio’s charming sidekick from the movie Inception (what? I have a type…leave me alone) and this dish right here!

Okay, you're right. I would miss my family way too terribly much.

So I would also smuggle along some flares to communicate with them. One flash means “I love you”. Two means “How’s that leftover pizza tastin’? Suckers!!”

Alright, alright I’ll stop.




**Editor's note: Yes, I do realize that crab cakes are not cajun food. Thank you for asking. **