Gone to Carolina In My Mind

June 7th, 2010 § 38 Comments

If you were to call my grandfather right now in Myrtle Beach, SC, to ask him what my favorite food is, he’d tell you to call back because mass is on TV. But when you call back in an hour, he’d first tell you a story about the funny thing that happened at the post office, then just a tid bit of the conversation he had with Dr. Giovanioli about his ears, and maybe about how ungrateful his grandchildren are, but then…if he remembered your original question (what’s Andrea’s favorite food), he’d tell you outright, “Crab legs.”

You see, my earliest memories include summers in Myrtle Beach with Nana and Papa. A dayglow shade of zinc on my cheeks to at least pretend to protect me from the horrendous sunburns I was getting daily. Wet feet. My bathing suit bottom sagging with sand. Salty water. Grape soda.

My brother and I spent one full Carolina month with my dad’s parents each and every year. And of all sweet snapshots I have in my mental files, I think crab legs are at the forefront. Piles of ravaged shells, pink meat plunged in clarified butter. My grandfather, as proud as a peacock at my 5 year old cracking skills. Over the years, crab legs crept up my list of favorite foods. Unfortunately, don’t tell Papa, they aren’t my absolute favorite. That prestigious number one spot belongs to my one and only: Peanut butter and fluff sandwiches. Not another rival in sight.

These little crab cakes pay homage to those beachy summers and my longtime red-shelled love, crab. They are as nostalgic as watching “Days of Our Lives” with my Nana and learning to swim. Maybe heavier on the soap opera-watching than the swimming because I still don’t quite know how to swim. Not a proper stroke anyway. Doggie paddle or bust.

This recipe belongs to Miss Paula Deen. Since that foxy lady has a penchant for butter and frying, I knew they’d be good. I followed it almost to the T, save for a few adjustments to lighten it slightly. 1) I used panko bread crumbs instead of Ritz crackers in the mix and 2) I used light mayonnaise, and 3) I used less oil to fry them- the amount called for (1/2 cup peanut oil) isn’t completely necessary to get that crisp, seared crust. But if you’re going to greatly reduce the amount of oil, like I did, I highly recommend a nonstick skillet. These cakes just scream “I will stick to the pan.”

They’re utterly simple and undoubtedly delicious. Moist, tender, crab meat with bright notes of lemon, ground mustard, and garlic. The mixture is wet, and the cakes have a tendency to get crumbly, so be forewarned. Cook them for at least 5-7 minutes per side to allow them to firm up a bit.

Crab Cakes (recipe courtesy Paula Deen, FoodNetwork.com)

(serves 4)

  • 1 pound crabmeat, picked free of shells
  • 1/3 cup crushed crackers (recommended: Ritz) – I used panko bread crumbs
  • 3 green onions (green and white parts), finely chopped
  • 1/2 cup finely chopped bell pepper
  • 1/4 cup mayonnaise
  • 1 egg
  • 1 teaspoon Worcestershire sauce — I used soy sauce since Worcestershire was out of stock in my pantry
  • 1 teaspoon dry mustard
  • 1/2 lemon, juiced
  • 1/4 teaspoon garlic powder
  • 1 teaspoon salt
  • Dash cayenne pepper
  • Flour, for dusting
  • 1/2 cup peanut oil — I used 1 TBSP

In a large bowl, mix together all ingredients, except for the flour and peanut oil. Shape into patties and dust with flour.

I formed 8 patties.

Heat oil in a large skillet over medium heat. When oil is hot, carefully place crab cakes, in batches, in pan and fry until browned, about 4 to 5 minutes. Carefully flip crab cakes and fry on other side until golden brown, about 4 minutes.

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