Each Christmas Eve, The Wife and I make a point of taking a quiet night for ourselves. The month to that point has been filled with shopping, decorating and other mandatory fun; the rest of the month promises to be just as insane, driving to various Christmases with our families and friends.
We both love all that stuff, but — December 24 is ours. We make something nice for dinner, and crack open those bottles of wine or beer we’ve been sitting on for a while.
This year was no different; I like taking the opportunity to make crabcakes, one of a handful of dishes in which I’m completely confident.
In fact, I was feeling so good about how things were going during this year’s preparations that I Tweeted something about thinking that my crabcakes were probably better than yours.
ClumberKim couldn’t pass up a taunt like that. And LadyD — @onedamnthing on Twitter — saw an opportunity. Here’s the exchange, starting at the bottom with Kim’s reply:
So. I’m ready for a crabcake throwdown. We have two contestants and a judge, and I’m sure we could find some other volunteers to help eat up the scraps.
Ladies? Can we make this happen?
I volunteer for the eating portion. Also judging. But mostly eating.
Absolutely! While I don’t have “kitchen stadium” I think my kitchen can accommodate two cooks, a judge, and some volunteers. I suggest scheduling during “growler hours” in case we run out of beer.
I LOVE crab cakes. I volunteer for the eating/judging as well.
I’d be happy to judge. Could we do it all Iron Chef style? Except of course you’d know the secret ingredient and no Bobby Flay.
I am totally in. I would love to offer a kitchen so we could hold the crab cake cook off in neutral territory. Unfortunately mine barely fits one person, let alone the thousands that this can’t-miss event will draw.
Dj Lunchbox! Food Judge! WIN!
I offer Uncle Crappy as many recon trips to my kitchen as necessary.