My mom and I have this relationship, you see.
It goes like this. She invites me over. Actually, more like she lures me over with the promise of delicious things. Then she feeds me those delicious things. In her nice remodeled kitchen. With her nice cooking gadgets and appliances. Then she whines, “Noooooo” when I say I’m going home at the end of the night.
It’s nice. Except that last part. That’s kind of annoying.
So that’s how it works and it’s never the other way around. Meaning, I never have my mom over. I mean she’s the seasoned entertainer, the better cook and the owner of a much nicer home than mine. But after hearing that we had had Joey’s mom over for dinner a couple weeks ago she was all in a huff than we never have her over. Mom envy. It’s serious stuff. Coincidentally, my uncle had sent me some fresh crab straight from Louisiana and said “find a good crab cake recipe and surprise your mama.” I have the best family.
So, I invited my mom over and then out of courtesy I invited my dad and sister. Just kidding, I was glad to have them. And I made something I’ve never made before and that I needed to be just as perfect as everything my mom makes when I go over to her place. I really enjoy putting as much pressure as possible on myself.
Anyways, as flustered as I felt at the beginning, everything turned out really great. And the crab cakes were pretty delicious if I do say myself, but I guess the credit for the recipe has to go to my uncle. I guess. But really, I’m so glad he found me such a good one.
And I pretty much wanted to drink the ravigote sauce. Which is still an option, seeing as we demolished the crab cakes and still have extra sauce left over.
Then afterwards we all went out for froyo, where my parents met Joey’s dad for the first time. Yes, we’ve been together for five years and yes, I said for the first time. Froyo brings people together.
And now I’m ready to go back to that relationship where my mom has me over and cooks me things.
Do you live somewhere where you can get fresh seafood?
Do you ever have your parents over or is it usually the other way around?