{"id":573881814,"date":"2011-07-16T21:18:24","date_gmt":"2011-07-17T02:18:24","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.kennysmith.org\/wordpress\/?p=573881814"},"modified":"2011-07-18T18:34:10","modified_gmt":"2011-07-18T23:34:10","slug":"soggy-crab-cakes-and-big-hair-dread-a-locks","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.kennysmith.org\/wordpress\/blog\/2011\/07\/16\/soggy-crab-cakes-and-big-hair-dread-a-locks\/","title":{"rendered":"Soggy, crab cakes and “big hair, dread-a-locks”"},"content":{"rendered":"

“Hurry, so we can ride before the rain.”<\/p>\n

Didn’t quite work out that way. On the other hand, the silver lining of those drunken, soggy, incontinent clouds, is that I think I discovered the secret. Somehow it seemed easier to go up hills with three pounds of water in my shoes. <\/p>\n

I think the weight helped push the pedals. <\/p>\n

So we rode 17.19 miles. The temperature when we got home was a brilliant 73 — we saw a guy in a hoodie, in Alabama in July — so that was grand. For a time it was hard to see. The rain was actually refreshing and cool. It was patently dumb, so I called an end to the ride. The Yankee said “It will stop by the time we get home.” It did. She is very smart. <\/p>\n

But by then we were home. And we resolved that this better be a pause, and the heavens better populate our fine community with feral cats and dogs learning about gravity, or else we would kick ourselves for packing it in.<\/p>\n

It rained more. <\/p>\n

We made shrimp and crab cakes from Whitey’s in Florida, and corn and tomato salad from Ajax Diner in Mississippi as this week’s experiment from the Off the Eaten Path<\/a> book. Both tasty, but I think there’s only so many ways a corn and tomato side can turn out. Now, the shrimp and crab cakes were almost divine. Not bad for two people who’ve never made them before.<\/p>\n

How long did it say to fry them?<\/em> I asked this after taking over, because the oil was popping and burning my now very upset, in pain co-chef. On one of the last crab cakes a bit of oil jumped out of the skillet and headed directly to my face. My flinching to the left — and truly, it was only a flinch — meant the dollop of hot burning sulfurous dripping sauce landed on the bridge of my nose, rather than in my left eye. Next time I’m breaking out the shop goggles. <\/p>\n

Shop goggles, I say. I probably have some from my high school in a box somewhere. Everyone hated the shop goggles, but we were teenagers:we hated everything that had to do with safety and responsibility and sanity. It is amazing all of those people graduated with ten fingers. <\/p>\n

I believe our teachers — fine, fine gentlemen — would have built a XX Days Without An Accident sign if only their students wouldn’t have interpreted it as a challenge. I’d tell you stories, but OSHA’s statute of limitations has not yet expired, and I graduated from high school 16 years ago.<\/p>\n

Anyway, I am now the only person in North America to have eaten crab cakes with a dollop of aloe vera on just the bridge of his nose. If we’d made them earlier in the day I could have been the only person in North America to have eaten crab cakes with a dollop of aloe vera on just the bridge of his nose and wet socks, a feat that may never be duplicated.<\/p>\n

We’re aiming high around here; it is the weekend. <\/p>\n

Oh, need a tune stuck in your head?<\/p>\n

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Don’t even pretend to be upset. You’re sharing that with everyone in your office come Monday.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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