I’ve had a hankering for a big fat crab cake for a while, and suddenly this recipe popped up in the New York Times.

Get thee behind me, Satan.

Of course, when you’re in Maryland and temptation strikes, there’s only one place to go. When we were in Florida this summer, we saw Phillips crab cakes in the frozen food section at a Publix grocery store. We tried ’em. Shrug. It was okay. But it just wasn’t the same.

But then, nothing ever is.

There’s just no place like home.