Crab Cake Delight with gluten-free option

“Do not be the proverbial crab in a bucket and make war with those around you! Work together and grow! Love! Live Life!”–Marvin Gaye 

I know, I know!  Why am I writing a piece about crab cakes when I personally don’t eat meat?  Furthermore, why would I create a recipe that not only has meat, but also has “glutinous” bread crumbs, when I have celiac disease? I have several valid reasons, but the biggest of all is that I live in a world with a wide-array of taste/dietary preferences.  

Besides, I do not have the proverbial “crab mentality” that says, “If I can’t have it, you can’t have it.”  Goodness gracious, not eating meat is my personal choice; whereas, avoiding gluten is a necessity.  Regardless, my choices and restrictions do not dictate my ability to create recipes and share.  What’s more, I am already fast at work, creating my own plant-based, gluten free version of the following recipe, but I am getting ahead of myself.

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John, my husband, recently said to me, “You know what I’ve been craving that you haven’t made in years?  Crab cakes.”

I was delighted to make them for him, but I had to first hunt up the 20+ year old recipe.  When it wasn’t saved on my computer, I thought I was in trouble.  Nevertheless, I persisted and found my original recipe for crab cakes tucked inside an old Longaberger recipe basket, given to us as a wedding gift, nearly 34 years old.

I created this recipe when our daughter, now an adult, was a toddler, before I had decided to give up meat, and well before I knew I had celiac disease.  The recipe was now faded, yellowed with age, and full of stains from heaven-knows-what ingredients as I tend to multitask while cooking.  Looking at the neatly penned recipe, I recalled the chicken-scratched incarnations of the recipe as I originally crafted it.  Once I settled on the final variation, it was a recipe I frequently made–I even made it, a time or two, using salmon.  Then, like so many family foods, the recipe faded into the past, and it was replaced with other family meal-time favorites.

The yellowed card covered with the stains of cooking ingredients, speaks to its original creation of over 20+ years.

How was it this time?  Well, I didn’t taste them. What I can say is the cakes were super easy to make, and baked to a golden perfection, filling the house with the redolent scent of a seaside bistro. I did, however, make them with gluten-free Italian bread crumbs because I would be handling the ingredients. (Many people with celiac disease cannot touch/handle wheat products, or they break out in hives.  I typically don’t, but it wasn’t worth the risk.)  Nonetheless, John ate those crispy cakes with gusto throughout the week, often questioning why I ever stopped making them in the first place.

 Whether a person eats meat, or gluten for that matter, is a personal choice.   While I do sincerely believe that we all benefit from eating more whole plant-based foods, it is up to each individual to determine what foods are personally right for their unique body and life circumstances.  Regardless of dietary practices, I wholeheartedly believe that good food should be savored and enjoyed.  And, as a creative person who relishes the process of cobbling together new recipes, it is incredibly gratifying to see others smiling and enjoying the foods I create.

With that said, I hope you enjoy this recipe–whether for a Lenten supper or for lighter dinner fare.  Serve these crab cakes up with some grilled asparagus (as it will be coming into season soon), mango salsa, air-fried peppers and onions, rice pilaf or any number of side favorites.  The choice is yours!

Eat. Good. Food. Made. With. Love.

Steph’s No oil Crab Cakes

Ingredients:

1 egg (or liquid egg substitute)

1/4 cup ranch dressing

2 (6 oz) cans lump crab meat drained, flaked*

4 teaspoons lemon juice (juice from about half a lemon)

½ cup Italian breadcrumbs (gluten free, if needed)

⅓ cup shredded parmesan, romano, or asiago cheese

1 teaspoon dried minced onion (can substitute ground onion powder)

¼ teaspoon ground red pepper

Directions for oven:

Preheat the oven to 350 degrees.

Line a baking sheet with parchment paper.

Beat egg lightly with a fork in a medium bowl.

Stir the remaining ingredients until mixed well.

Divide mixture into six equal portions.

Roll each portion of crab mixture into a ball, flatten into a patty, and set on parchment paper.

Repeat process, allowing an inch or two of space between each crab cake patty.

Place in the oven and bake for 10-15 minutes on each side, or until golden brown.

Directions for air fryer:

Follow directions above for mixing and dividing crab mixture.

Lightly spray the air fryer basket with cooking spray.

Set the air-fryer to 375 degrees.

Place crab cakes, three to four at a time, in an air fryer, lightly spraying the top of each with cooking spray.

Cook approximately 8 minutes on each side.

Serve immediately or keep warm until ready to serve.

Makes six cakes.

Leftovers can be stored in the refrigerator for up to five days, and reheated as needed. 

Leftover crab cakes make great sandwiches and/or wraps.

Stir together all ingredients into a bowl. I didn’t have have shredded parmesan on hand, so I used freshly shaved parmesan instead.
Mix well until ingredients are well-incorporated.
Divide into six approximately equal sections.
Form each section into a ball, press into a patty, and place on parchment lined paper.
Bake them up, being sure to cook on both sides, until golden brown.
Serve them with fresh lemon and your favorite side or dip! You can also use them to make sandwiches or wraps!

Mind Over Matter: Mental Strategies to Push Towards Your Movement Goals

“Put all excuses aside and remember this:  You are capable.”–Zig Ziglar

During my Saturday morning run this past week, there were numerous times I wanted to quit. It had taken me nearly two hours to complete, and it had not felt nearly as good as my last run at the exact same distance.  Nonetheless, I kept employing different mental strategies I’ve learned over the years and, ultimately, completed my goal.

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That run got me thinking about the importance of mindset and the mental strategies/techniques we sometimes need to employ to incorporate more movement and exercise into our lives.  Therefore, in this 8th installment of my “Move into Health” series, I will share several research based mental strategies for exercise/movement for those days when we “aren’t feeling it.”  Moreover, many of these tips can be applied to other areas of life, such as tackling difficult tasks.

The mind-body connection is powerful. Whether discussing exercise, or tackling a difficult/challenging project, it is important to recognize the influence of the mind-body connection.  From having a churning stomach in response to an upside routine change, such as shift workers, to coming down with a cold after prolonged exposure to a stressful event, our bodies respond to the changes in our mind.  Therefore, by understanding this connection, we can unleash its potential to positively influence our attitudes and choices, especially with regards to movement goals.

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Be patient; remember the long game, and avoid comparison: As my decades continue to stack, the long-game is most often at the forefront of my thoughts.  By prioritizing the fact that I want to remain injury free, healthy, mentally engaged, and purpose-driven for years to come, I’ve had to slow down, make moderation a priority, and avoid comparisons to my past self, previous workouts, and definitely not to others.  It’s important to be clear on long-term life goals and determine how movement/exercise can benefit that plan.  When we see how exercise and movement can contribute to and enhance our bigger life picture, it provides a bit more motivation to get out there, even when we don’t “feel like it.”

  Let go of attachments, especially to perfection and the all or nothing mindset: Our mind can be a bit of a trickster and convince us that exercise and movement should feel, be, or look a certain way. That’s all nonsense. Sometimes, it doesn’t feel great, but if nothing is hurt or injured, we have to keep going.  Other times, we may have little in the tank or reduced time. Rather than throw in the towel, try another workout or shorten your workout time.  Some form of added movement is always better than nothing!

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Embrace the unknown, including discomfort: Along with letting go of attachments to how exercise/movement should be, it is important to embrace the unknown.  Whether it is going to a new gym, a new exercise class, or walking in a new area, accept that it will feel uncomfortable and new for the first few times.  Likewise, it is important to understand that with muscle growth comes some discomfort, including sore muscles.  This is where it is important to discern the good pain from the “I-might-be injured” pain.  Most of our pain is the good kind, but we do need to pay attention to unusual or persistent pain.

Muscle has memory:  The more we exercise/move, the fitter we become, and the “easier” it is for the body to move.  This is important for those of us who are not “naturally” gifted athletes, or no longer spring chicks for that matter!  As our fitness levels increase, our likewise energy increases, making even everyday movement tasks feel easier.  Now that’s motivating!

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Break “large” workouts into smaller tasks and start easy: When I am faced with a long run, I think about it in chunks, and I start slowly with a walk to build success.  With each successfully completed chunk, I mentally celebrate, “One-third down, only two-thirds left to go!”  I continue in this manner until I attain my goal mileage.  Additionally, I’ve applied this mindset across a multitude of workouts and projects unrelated to exercise.  

Visualize the feeling of success that comes with finishing, and don’t underestimate the potency of a smile:  This is a tool I employ before and during a workout.  I think about how good it will feel to know I accomplished whatever it is I set out to do.  By focusing on that feeling, I automatically smile.  Smiling starts a chain reaction of positive feelings coursing throughout my body, but especially my brain.  It is those good vibes that keep me going, and they can keep you going too!

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Adapt a “no-fail” mindset.  Since we do have that mind-body connection, we can harness the power of words to move our bodies. Create a mantra, or saying, for when your workout or movement gets tough.  I often talk to myself during, especially hard workouts.  I’ll use phrases like, “You can do this, Steph.”  “You’ve got this, Steph.” Other times, I use one word, such as, “Fortitude,” “Perseverance,” and “Tenacity,” which are a few of my favorites.  The key is finding the motivating word(s) that strengthen your resolve.

Power up with music and songs: Music doesn’t motivate everyone, but it certainly does a large number of us.  The right playlist can motivate and move you into action.  

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Create a reward system: I call it the if-then principal.  If you do this, then you get to do this. Have some sort of reward system in place for yourself, and focus on it during those challenging workouts.

Have a purpose for your run:  I often have a prayer/meditation that I repeatedly say.  Other times, I run in honor of a veteran (Team Red White & Blue and Wear Blue) by writing the name of a veteran on my hand, or creating a list of several vets and tucking the list into a tiny pocket in my tights.  The point is that by adding a higher purpose to my workout, I attach greater meaning to a workout that increases my motivation.

Everyday may not offer ideal situations for movement; therefore, having a toolkit of mental “hacks” can help us push past our own resistance and/or excuses.  Exercise not only works only our muscles, but also our mental strength and, ultimately, our overall well-being. Combining the power of the mind-body connection, especially over time, improves both our physical well being and creates a more disciplined and determined mind.  So grab your toolbelt, and learn to attach and switch out any of these various tools to motivate you to move into health, so you never have a reason to give up.

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While you’re scrolling, your life is rolling

“Social media is an amazing tool, but it’s really the face-to-face interaction that makes a long-term impact.”–Felicia Day

Most of us have been guilty of this.  I know I have.  However, having taken a huge step back for numerous months from my own personal use of social media, I often find it a point of fascination when I observe people in public who are engaged with the ¾-time dance of media consumption.  Scroll, scroll, tap.  Scroll, scroll, tap.  Scroll, scroll, tap.

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Case in point, recently my husband, John, and I went to a nice restaurant for dinner.  We chose to sit at the small bar area for dinner–no waiting for a table and typically better, more attentive service.  Unfortunately, we picked the wrong night to go, and the restaurant–even the bar area–was slammed only minutes after we arrived.

While we waited (and waited) for food, the area in which we were seated became more and more crowded.  John and I were often bumped, jostled, and occasionally shoved in customers’ attempts to gain the bartender’s attention.  With so much background noise around us, it grew more difficult to talk, and I found myself drifting into people-watching mode.  

John calls this behavior, “Steph, the story writer mode.” This is because I will often lean in to him to share a narrative I’ve developed based upon my observations of others–nothing bad, just some made-up plot-line for a book that I could envision.  I like to think of it as one of my more creative and endearing habits, but I am not sure that John feels that way!  

But I digress . . .

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On this particular evening, I noticed two types of people.  Those standing, or sitting, waiting for a table without talking while ceaselessly scrolling and tapping on their phones, with the occasional lean-over-to-another-person to share an image on their phone.  Then there were those whose heads were collectively bent over a communal phone, laughing and commenting on screen images. 

One such group was close to me, and their conversation was so loud that I could not tune them out.  They were repeatedly making particularly cruel comments about what sounded to be their so-called friends’ social media feeds.  While I am not niave to the ways with which humans can be cruel and/or talk to one another, I still found this groups’ negativity and harsh judgment of friends to be exceptionally mean-spirited.  I felt as if someone in the room had purposely roused up a nest of wasps, and the insects’ anger was being unleashed upon those within hearing distance of this conversation.

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Ultimately, John and I decided to get our food to go, and leave the negative environment.  Nonetheless, the moment stayed with me the next few days as I tried to process and understand what I observed.  

To begin, my instinct was to immediately think, in a self-righteous manner, “See this is what social media does.  It promotes and reinforces nothing but negative, hyper-competitive, social-comparing, cyberbullying, anxiety-driven behaviors.”  However, I know that is an unfair assessment.

Social media can offer positives.  It can allow for people miles apart to remain connected and easily facilitate communication, especially across time zones.  Furthermore, there are a wealth of sites offering support and coping mechanisms for those fighting serious physical and mental health conditions.  Additionally, there are numerous affirming informative communities for a wide array of specialized interests including physical and mental wellness, books, music, religious/philosophical pursuits, self-help/betterment, to name a mere few.

Therefore, I realized quickly my issue had more to do with the negative way in which social media can be used. For example, some of those I observed waiting for a table in a crowded entryway, may have social anxiety.  Therefore, flipping mindlessly through cute kitten and puppy videos could help ease the discomfort of being surrounded by strangers.  Perhaps, others have a tendency to become angry or rude during extended waits, so mindlessly scrolling through sports clips or silly dance moves takes the edge of their impatience, allowing them to pass the time more peacefully.

There might have been others who had had a particularly bad day, so they may have needed some positive or humorous images to settle their minds.  Others might have been using their wait time as an opportunity to get caught up on required reading, personal reading, or even the news of the day.  All of these are seemingly perfectly valid reasons.

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But here’s my two-part concern: One, the vicious cycle of comparison (either as a point for confirming that your life is better than others, or fostering the belief that your life is lesser than others); and two, inaction–ignoring the present moment, failing to appreciate your surroundings, and/or overlooking an opportunity for real time engagement with the people who are present with you (or perhaps only a phone call away).  

In fact, the next day, as I watched what was clearly a mother and daughter in a coffee shop in which mom was doing the “scroll, scroll, tap” on her phone as the daughter looked around the coffee shop, picking at her food, a phrase came to mind, “While you’re scrolling, your life is rolling.”  

I am not sure if I made up that phrase, or if it was a phrase I had previously heard.  However, at that moment, as I waited for my own to-go order, it seemed fitting. The mom had an opportunity for real-time conversation with her daughter, but the moment was tragically passing.  One day, the daughter will no longer have time to get coffee and cake with her mom, and cherished moments, like the very one they were experiencing, will have passed.

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Of course, this mom could have had a very valid reason for being on her phone. After all, I was only in the shop for no more than five minutes, so I have no way of knowing.  The point is this, social media and the internet are a lot like the opening line to Star Trek, “Space–the final frontier.”  Our phones and other devices are tools, full of limitless possibilities and discoveries, but just like the Star-Trek crew, they are not replacements for real-life interactions.  

Our bodies, minds, and souls have a limited amount of energy and time.  In fact, our time and energy are precious commodities.  Therefore, what I have concluded is the importance of mindful awareness–not only of our use of social media, but also of the very pricelessness of the life that is around us.  Positive social media engagement, in strategically planned doses, can absolutely be beneficial, but it cannot replace those real-time conversations, interactions, and opportunities that surround us.  Bringing awareness to those real-time, life-connecting, and affirming relationships should be a priority in our day-to-day life over social media, before those opportunities pass us by.

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Like Cereal Soaking up Milk

Gather ye rose-buds while ye may, 

Old Time is still a-flying . . .” –Robert Herrick

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I stepped out of the car and into the liquid sunshine pouring over the park.  Above me, a brilliant flash of red caught my eye.  A red-headed woodpecker landed near the top of an electric pole directly in front of me.  It cocked its head this way and that, scampered around the top of the pole in half a circle, and then, with a quick flap of its wings, darted back across the road to land on the trunk of a nearby evergreen tree.

Smiling, I made my way around my car toward the trunk to stow away my purse before my jog began. Rat-a-tat-tat. Rat-a-tat-tat.  The woodpecker found its morning rhythm; a reminder that I needed to do the same.

Along the sidewalk beside my car, a swishing caught my eye.  It was the friendly sway of a tail of a large shaggy dog of no particular breed, replete with long black and white bushy fur.  Hip-hop, hip-hop, scurried its four paws in a perfect cadence with its owner, leash amenably  loose.

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Inhaling, the crisp morning air rushed in prickly through my nose, and hinted of the day’s warming to come.  Aromatic, earthy scents lingered in the air, a mix of damp earth, decaying leaves, and cold rocks.  Breathing in once more, the fragrant air brought to mind a word a student had recently run across in a book, petrichor, and had asked me to not only pronounce it, but also explain it. 

“Uhm, let’s see, the scent of walking along a wooded path after a rain.”

Inwardly smiling at that memory, in the geeky way of one who loves words, I closed the trunk, started a podcast, adjusted the volume low–in order to listen, but also hear the surrounding sounds–and away I went with my own pit-pat, pit-pat rhythm.

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It was the kind of rare winter day in the Tri-State area in which the chilly morning would give way to golden sunshine warming the air to a relatively toasty 50 degrees. In fact, it was predicted to be the kind of day in which I want to tilt my head back, spread my arms, and embrace the sun’s rays in the same way a small child reaches for a loved one’s arms.  Most January and February days, in our neck of the woods, are often cold, cloudy, and gray–wash and repeat–lacking little in the way of inspiration.  Therefore, gleaming days of full-on sunshine must be celebrated, soaked-up, and gathered like a flower cut for a spring vase.  

It reminded me of Saturday morning cereal as a teen.  During those years, when I tended to sleep late, it was my habit to eat cold, boxed cereal upon my late morning rousing.  Those were the days of pouring large bowls of cereal, hosing them down with milk, and reading the box as if it were a treasured novel.  

Wheaties was a particularly popular brand at the time. I loved the ritual of letting those gingerbread colored flakes soak up the milk, making them thicker, sweeter, and chewier.  Weird as it may sound, I savored each soaked spoonful, one ritualistic bite after another, in my attempt to lengthen the solitary solace of the morning. 

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 That was how I felt on this day.  Like cereal soaking up milk, I wanted to soak up the splendor of the rare, mid-winter sun sighting.  Heading down the path, the sun played hide-and-seek with me, using clouds of varying thickness to conceal its bright warmth.  Nonetheless, by my jog’s end, its rays were resplendent, warming the cab of my car as I lowered my bones inside.  So, so yummy.

How many moments do we have in life in which nothing in particular is happening; and yet, it is everything all at once.  All the simple sweetness of life wrapped up and twisted tootsie-roll tight, just waiting for us to take notice, sanguinely unwrap, and allow its taste to roll  around, lingering on our tongues as we soak up all its sugary goodness.  Those are the days where things flow, go right, feel good, but absolutely nothing special, per se, occurs.  These need to be plucked, gathered, and dried between the pages of life, so we can hold, admire, and even cling to them during our darkest moments.

Life, I am finding, is a vase.  A vase that cannot be filled with salaries, brand-names, large houses, or ranking status.  Instead, it is a vase waiting to be filled with stems topped with colorful petals of memories.  Memories of molten sunshine days, heads tossed back with laughter, tender kisses, and soft touches.  Moments of whispered words and words best left unspoken.  Memories and moments hand-picked over a period of time, arranged, rearranged, and replenished if only we take the time to gather them.

Like cereal soaking up milk, may you soak up all of the nourishment of an ordinary, every day moment.  Fill your vase with the blossoms of these moments.  May they nourish your spirit and feed your soul, even during the darkest days of winter. 

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