I’ve been thinking about Baltimore a lot lately. Around this
time last year I visited a friend from school there and had one of the best weeks
of vacation, bar none. My memory has been able to retrieve the smallest details
– the feel of the hardwood floor on my toes early in the morning, the spray of
the water coming off the harbor cooling my hot skin, the sound of construction
crews as they worked tirelessly on the road outside my friend’s apartment.
I remember my first meal there in vivid detail. Fresh off
the plane (or as fresh as one can be after 4 hours of sleep and a nearly missed
flight), we went to a Baltimore landmark, Miss Shirley’s, to sample a
Baltimore classic, crab cakes.
Having had crab cakes in Wisconsin before and being less
than impressed, my taste buds were primed to be disappointed.
I love when my taste buds are wrong.
