Sharing Shrimp

Originally being New Orleans Girls, you'd have thought Dali and Sammie Cat and I would have shared shrimp long before we came to France. Never. I've always been a shrimp girl. It began for me with Thanksgiving shrimp cocktails at Nannies, then moved on to selling them on the side of the road on the West Bank with the x-husband of a graduate school friend of mine, and then years of boiling big pots of my own on Columbus Street with corn on the cob, potatoes, onions and lots of Zatarin's Crab Boil. It began for us our first Christmas here. I wanted shrimp and treated myself to some from the Carrefour that had already been boiled in the shells. I made my own cocktail sauce, (that my friends here have come to love and appreciate) and I was ready. As I began peeling the shrimp, I had Sam talking to me on the counter and Dali waiting patiently on the floor. It was Christmas, what the hay. I'd share little bits with them as I peeled. By dinner time I'd dip the big end in the sauce, take my bite and leave enough so Sam got the tail and Dal got a little bigger piece. It's become our shrimp sharing tradition...and not just at Christmas! If there's a shrimp in the house...it's shared! I might add, sharing doesn't extend to the red wine-even though Sam looks like she may have had a few in the photo! Happy Weekend!

Comments

[Laury Bourgeois]

We really are when you get right down to it...shrimp or no shrimp! Love, Moi

[Susane]

oh Laury !!! That´s a good one story of you, Sam and Dali. You´re a great big team ! :)