"Hello?" Clarice answered the phone.
"Hi, Miss Clarice. Mr. Morris has a French chef here who’s made a batch of crab cakes with some exceptional crabs. He’d like to know if you’d care to join him for dinner."
"Crab cakes?" Clarice’s voice rose in surprise.
As she gazed at the yellowing leaves outside the window, a sudden craving for crab cakes washed over her.
Crabs were in season this time of year. Boiled, then mixed with mashed potatoes, breadcrumbs, eggs, and spices, they formed a dish with a crispy exterior and a tender interior.
It wasn’t a complicated dish, readily available almost everywhere in America, but the quality of the crab meat was essential. She still fondly remembered the unforgettable crab cakes Eric had made using crabs he had sourced from somewhere.
The mere memor
