Monday, July 10, 2006

Shrimp; it's what's for dinner. Except in my house.

OK, I promised a better post so here it is. Of course I'm not sure I would call this "better." Anyway, I would blog about the Tour today but won't because it’s a “Rest Day.” Yes, apparently these guys actually get a day off to rest because someone decided it’s hard to ride approximately 140 miles or so a day no matter what the weather up steep mountains and across the country side for WEEKS at a time. Humph…


I hate it. Or is it “them”? Anyway, whatever it is I think they’re gross. Not really gross because I don’t feel they have much taste and therefore seem to be some weird, pink, rubbery conduit to get cocktail sauce into one’s mouth. What I don’t get, however, is the obsession with them. I mean, if you go to a party and there’s shrimp cocktail you will inevitably hear, “Oooh, look Ethel, they have shrimp cocktail!” You don’t see people saying that about mushroom caps or a wheel of brie or pigs in a blanket (OK, maybe you’ll hear it for pigs in a blanket).

So why shrimp?

Shrimp is also the only food that is offered in restaurants on a platter cooked a million different ways. For instance, you can order a “serving” that consists of a platter of shrimp scampi, fried shrimp, broiled shrimp and popcorn shrimp. I don’t get it. No other food is offered that way. You can’t order the chicken platter that has grilled, fried and roasted chicken on it. You don’t get the Beef on a Plate special that has steak tartare, a rib eye and a burger. They don’t exist so why DOES it exist for shrimp???? What is it about those little crustaceans that everyone but me loves?!?! Well, everyone but me and people like my friend K who if she so much as catches a whiff of one blows up like a balloon because she’s allergic to them.

Yes, I actually think about these things. Really.


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