I haven’t had crab cakes since the last time we were in Virginia Beach visiting Mama (M’s mom). I’m actually a bit surprised I haven’t made any since I love crab. So tonight we’re having crab cakes with lemon aioli.
My parents were both born in Pennsylvania. I remember visiting some of my cousins, who lived in the part of Northwest Philadelphia known as Germantown. It was, as I recall, a really lovely old neighborhood if a strange place for a very Irish family to reside. And one of the great treats when we visited was getting Philly Cheesesteaks. I’m still hooked and this is my version; Bam’s Almost Original Philly Cheesesteaks.
Although my husband finds chicken, especially dark meat chicken, easy to eat I sometimes get burned out on the birds. Because he’s a really sweet man who understands how his eating difficulties can make cooking (and eating) a bit boring for me he doesn’t mind when I stage a rebellion and insist on a hunk of tasty cow for dinner.