Crab cakes are one my favorite things, especially when I’m in Maryland. They’re easier to eat than getting the whole crab, although bashing those shells and picking the ensuing shrapnel out of my hair does have a slight enjoyment factor to it (the bashing part…not the cleanup part), and I feel like I get a whole lot more crab meat out of the meal. I don’t particularly like working for my dinner when I go out to eat.
While I truly enjoy a good crab cake at some of my favorite restaurants, most of the time there are so many other ingredients mixed in there that I can’t even taste the crab. I mean if I wanted eggs, onions and chopped peppers I’d order up an omelet. No, I want crab and I want to taste the crab. Really, is it that much of a fantasy to want my taste buds bathed in a sea of salty sweet crab meat and not be drowned in a deep fried Old Bay seasoning drenched crab omelet?
So, like all things that I can’t get the way I want them…I’ve taken matters into my own hands. I’ve made several different versions of crab cakes over the years, but I have to say that baked crab cakes with minimal ingredients give the best crabgasms (yep, making up words again). An easy crab cake recipe is like the holy grail to me. It lets you really get the taste of pure unadulterated crab.
Speaking of fantasies…what’s the deal with the recent surge (pun intended) in male lesbian fantasies? I realize that this is something that goes back much longer than the past couple of years, but it’s reaching epic proportions now. Really Sandra Bullock and Scarlett Johansson? Are your careers tanking and no one, but you , was aware of this fact?
Celebrity publicity stunts aside as well as real life lesbians, am I a prude if I don’t want to swap spit with some chic at the bar? Am I no longer in love with you if I don’t want to bring a woman home with us and let you watch us “get it on?” That’s what the current status quo is feeling like. Since when does the guy get to make unilateral decisions as to what a couple’s sex life is going to be? Doesn’t the woman get a say in this?
Life isn’t a Katy Perry song (I Kissed a Girl). We’ve all got likes and dislikes…turn ons and turn offs. Sex isn’t about who’s in control and who makes the rules (although there are those times ). It’s about personal choice and mutual decisions.
I know guys, in your head (be it the one on top of your neck or the one below your waist), you are convinced that when a girl kisses another girl it’s going to end like it does in a porno (both women are coming home with you for a better show) but the reality is they’re probably going home with each other and talking about what a desperate loser you are.
Makes 4 crab cakes (8-10 appetizer size crab cakes)
- 8 Ounces Crab Meat (pre-cooked)
- 1/3 Cup Greek Yogurt
- 1/8 Cup Fresh Flat Leaf Parsley (chopped)
- 1/2 Cup Panko Bread Crumbs
- Olive Oil Spray
Preheat oven to 350 degrees Farenheit.
In a medium bowl add crab meat, yogurt, parsley and bread crumbs.
Stir to thoroughly combine and let rest for 5 minutes.
Lightly coat a baking sheet with olive oil or line with parchment paper.
Divide mixture into quarters.
Scoop mixture into your hands and form a patty by lightly pressing mixture together.
Place crab cake on baking sheet and continue with the remaining mixture.
Lightly coat the tops of the crab cakes with spray olive oil. (This part is optional, but it gives the crab cakes a nice golden color.)
Bake for 15 – 20 minutes or until tops are golden brown.Welcome to My Man's Belly! Leave me a comment and let me know what you think about the site or if there's a recipe you'd like to see here. Have a great day.