Cajun Crab Burgers

Reynaldo's death anniversary. February. Thirteen years. The ritual at the Mountain View house: Lourdes and I cooking his salmon sinigang, setting his place at the table, eating in the particular quiet of women who have shared this grief for over a decade and have learned to sit inside it without drowning.

This year Lourdes told a story about the proposal. In Tita Nening's kitchen in Iloilo, 1981. Reynaldo was making sinigang — pork version, not the salmon version he'd later invent in Alaska — and he said, "Lourdes, come to Alaska with me." She said, "Are you proposing or ordering?" He said, "Both." She said, "The sinigang needs more tamarind." He added tamarind. She said yes. The proposal was tamarind. The marriage was Alaska. The man is gone but the sinigang remains, the recipe that carries his love forward in time, the tamarind the medium through which a dead man still speaks to his daughter every Sunday when she squeezes one more squeeze and the squeezing is the prayer.

I cried. Lourdes didn't. Lourdes has graduated to a phase of grief where the tears come less but the love comes more, the grief becoming a room she can enter and leave without the room consuming her. I'm still in the room. The room is smaller now — not the vast, consuming darkness of early grief but a closet-sized space, manageable, containable, the grief fitting inside me instead of me fitting inside the grief. Thirteen years. The ratio has inverted. Progress.

One more squeeze. For Papa. For the proposal in Iloilo. For the tamarind that was yes.

I drove home from Lourdes’ house with the proposal story still sitting in my chest — the tamarind, the yes, the man who invented a recipe and then became the recipe. I wasn’t ready to cook sinigang on my own; that dish belongs to the two of us, to February, to that table. But I needed to do something with my hands, something briny and warm that honored the fact that the sea had been part of that whole story — Alaska, salmon, the fish that carried Reynaldo across decades. Crab was what I had. These Cajun Crab Burgers were what I made, loud with spice in a way that felt like a different kind of prayer, the kind you say when you’re still in the room but learning, slowly, to leave.

Prep Time: 15 min | Cook Time: 10 min | Total Time: 25 min | Servings: 4

Ingredients

1 lb lump crab meat, picked over for shells
1/3 cup plain breadcrumbs
1 large egg, lightly beaten
2 tablespoons mayonnaise
1 tablespoon Dijon mustard
1 1/2 teaspoons Cajun seasoning
1/2 teaspoon garlic powder
1/4 teaspoon smoked paprika
2 green onions, finely chopped
2 tablespoons fresh parsley, chopped
Salt and black pepper to taste
2 tablespoons olive oil or butter, for pan-frying
4 brioche or potato burger buns, toasted
Lettuce, sliced tomato, and remoulade or tartar sauce, for serving

Instructions

Combine the mixture. In a large bowl, gently fold together the crab meat, breadcrumbs, egg, mayonnaise, Dijon mustard, Cajun seasoning, garlic powder, smoked paprika, green onions, and parsley. Season with salt and black pepper. Take care not to break up the crab too much — you want visible lumps.
Form the patties. Divide the mixture into 4 equal portions and shape each into a patty about 3/4 inch thick. Place on a plate or baking sheet and refrigerate for at least 10 minutes to help them hold together.
Pan-fry. Heat olive oil or butter in a large skillet over medium-high heat. Cook the crab patties for 4—5 minutes per side, turning once carefully, until golden brown and heated through. Avoid pressing them down — let them develop a crust on their own.
Toast the buns. While the patties cook, toast the buns cut-side down in a dry skillet or under the broiler until lightly golden.
Assemble and serve. Place each crab patty on a toasted bun and top with lettuce, tomato, and a generous spoonful of remoulade or tartar sauce. Serve immediately.

Nutrition (per serving)

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