I guess you could say this post is sort of a test–a test to see if the Social Distance Police will come and take me away and a test to see if posting regularly on Instagram and Facebook has damaged the traffic to my actual blog posts. I don’t think the police will come get…
Oh, honey, you might never eat a boiled crab again after you sample these finger-licking-good delicacies that come from the brackish waters down the bayou. (Of course, any blue crab will work just as well.)
Some folks call a black drum a “goo” and consider it undesirable; but when a fish gives it’s life for my pleasure or gain, I do not feel comfortable wasting its life. So, in honor of the 30.5 pound black drum that gave its life for me, I call these “Goo Cakes”. They are…