I cannot make crab cakes to save my life. Tonight I had a wonderful dinner planned of crab cakes, sweet potato fries and cole slaw. The cole slaw and fries were good. The crab cakes were more like crab slag. Luckily, the corner market was still open and I picked up a couple of pork steaks from their hot deli. This of course, was after Nick the Butcher gave me a hard time. He knows whenever I hit the deli around dinner time it's because I've botched something.
My guess is that the crab cakes were too wet, or I shouldn't use canned crab or they hate me. No matter which it is, most likely the last, I am not going to attempt them again. I know when I've been beaten.