I
would have taken a picture of them, but I was too hungry! Tonight’s dinner was
good!
Fresh
Crab Cakes
The
half-light hovers on the horizon
Sinking
me down
With
the sun slinking over the mountains
A
purple haze invades my brain
Pounding out the weather of my day
cracking shells unlike gulls
I wield a mallet with no malice
but relax in the steady therapy
of pounding hard to win sweet sea treasure
white and pink red clean looking meat
While
I separate out
sweet treat from hard shell
to cover in spices
Celery,
onions, basil, garlic, old bay spice
Egg,
tabasco, and breadcrumbs
The
sizzle pop of oil warming
I
mush and squash the stuff
To
form fat ovals
Like
new deep ocean creatures
That
they are made from
Gently
I lay them down
To
be surrounded by bubbles
Which
transform them to golden brown
Then
I lift them to turn over
And
do the other side
I
smell the anticipation
The
spices wake me
From
my half slumber
Infused
with new energy
I
slip them from the scalding liquid
Onto
the pristine quiet paper towel to drain
Patting
them down
As
if they were freshly showered babes
Given
into my care
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