With its cover story on “The Best Breakfasts in America,” Southwest’s in-flight magazine had me hooked from the start. Actually, they had me hooked at the word breakfast. The photo of the blue crab next to a pancake stack, well, that was bonus material.
If there’s one thing I love almost as much as my Baltimore Orioles, it’s breakfast. Michael Graff combined both of those loves (and more) in his story “Crab Cakes with Kenny.” The Maryland native, who now resides in Charlotte, N.C., reflects on life growing up with his little brother in a story that culminates with this beautiful passage.
We clinked the necks of the Natty Bohs together and toasted to Opening Day. Our plates arrived. People sitting around us looked at them. These were crab cakes – real crab cakes, as the tides intended – huge lumps of meat held together only by small squares of bread, eggs, mayonnaise, and the common sense that a crab cake is only worth the amount of crab meat in it. A guy sat down at the table next to us and told the waitress he’d have what we were having. It spread like that. A dozen or so nurses showed up after the night shift, and they all ordered beers, too. By the time we left, nearly everyone at the diner was drinking with us and toasting to Opening Day, all filled up on crab meat and hope.
This article was tonic for my hometown soul as I departed Baltimore following the holidays.
Give Michael’s article a full read if you have a chance. You might even toast to Opening Day while you’re at it.