I blame lunch on
DFW. She gave me a gift of shrimp this past week. It was so good I got to 'thinking' about it this morning. Faced my demons and jumped into the truck and drove through the rain to the seafood market and grabbed a couple of pounds of the largest fresh
Mayport shrimp they had on ice.
After a quick rinse I shelled, butterflied and removed the black line and within minutes had them in a saute pan with a bit of olive oil, butter, garlic, and Cajun spice.
Slap 'ya mama good. Even took a picture for
Sixbears, knowing how he misses Florida seafood and is now reduced to potatoes and pancakes.
When Sweet Wife arrived home from a morning of shopping, she smiled and sniffed and asked if I'd saved her a few shrimp. She even gave me a kiss.
Stephen
