Easter is just under a week away, and that means I am looking forward to seeing my grandma when she visits (I'll be missing the rest of the extended family... hi!). I often wonder if everyone loves her family as much as I do. Sure, they're absolutely out of their minds at times, but that makes it easier for me to blend in. We Kemps are an interesting bunch... a bit stubborn, you might say. How stubborn? We've been known to do absurd things like
cut down trees over a badminton match.
That stubborn. :)
We're also a bit stubborn when it comes to crab cakes. Don't get me wrong, we love all things crab and have never, at least to my knowledge, turned away a crab cake. (Who would do such a terrible thing?) But because my parents were born and raised on the eastern shore of Maryland, a.k.a. crab country, they grew up with a very clear picture of what a crab cake should look like:
large lumps of crab meat, absolutely
no bread, and a patty that can
barely hold itself together.
