I was really energetic yesterday.
I worked in the garden, planting
beets, radishes, sugar snap peas, spinach,
columbine, and foxgloves.
Then inside, I cleaned out
Daughter Hawthorne's bathroom,
an undertaking which involved my
throwing half a container of clorox into the shower stall,
closing the bathroom door so the fumes wouldn't knock me out,
and having a glass of wine.
Then I got really really energetic
and decided to clean out the freezer
since I had no idea what was in there
and couldn't find anything.
Every now and then, I throw everything out of my
freezers, clean the insides,
and carefully reorganize the mess,
actually making an inventory of the contents.
And when I add more or take out food,
I mark it on the inventory.
I'm quite good at keeping the inventory going.
Mr. Hawthorne is not.
He says he keeps inventory in his head.
I ask him, "What's in the freezer upstairs?"
"Uhhhh. Stuff."
"What kind of stuff?"
"Frozen stuff."
"Name one."
"Meat."

Check out my inventory.
Now I know where everything is
in that approximately 11 cubic feet of space.
I found a bag of shrimp in the freezer
so that's going to be supper.
I wanted a nice cocktail sauce with the shrimp
so the next picture
shows Rosie grabbing her ingredients.

Ehhh. Too bad I didn't have time to clean
the fridge out too.
Actually, it's not
that bad.
Unfortunately, it's usually much worse.
Now, let me give you a warning here.
Do not attempt
"the carry" at home.
Leave this move to the professionals.
Personally, I have spent hours
studying and practicing "the carry"
and finally feel comfortable enough
to do it.
For you novices out there,
I just wouldn't recommend this
advanced technique.
It requires some serious
cooking chops
not to mention a very precise
culinary point of view.
It's best to leave this to the pros.
Now, on to dinner.
I'm having oven roasted shrimp.

Mr. Hawthorne peeled and deveined the shrimp,
whining about it the whole time like a little girl.
"Why do I always get the shit detail?"
"Why don't you come over and help me?"
"Wha ... Wha ... Wha!!!"
Whiner!
I spread the shrimp out in a single layer
in my favorite pan,
pouring a little olive oil over top
and turning the shrimp to coat.
I actually used extra virgin,
not my usual ELBOO.

Freshly ground salt and pepper
(I like lots of pepper.)
and the juice and zest of one lemon
complete the preparation.
The shrimp went into a pre-heated 400 degree
oven for about 5 minutes.
(These were fairly small shrimp.
For larger, increase the time.)
Just when you think they need
another minute in the oven,
take 'em out.
Remember, they keep on cooking
and most people have a tendency to overcook shrimp.

While the shrimp were cooking,
I whipped up a quick cocktail sauce:
1 cup ketchup
2 TB soy sauce
3 TB Lea & Perrins
4 TB horseradish
2 TB wasabi
juice of one lemon

Here's my pan of shrimp.

I had a paper towel of herbs sitting on the counter
which I sprinkled over top of the shrimp.
Just some basil leaves which I'd stripped
off the bottom of a stem of basil that I'd brought inside
to root.

The shrimp were tender and juicy
and the basil gave it an extra burst of flavor
that you weren't expecting
but turned out to a pleasant surprise.

The cocktail sauce was sinus-opening,
just the way I like it.

The basil gave it another flavor dimension,
just a little kick,
that both accented and complemented the shrimp.
A very enjoyable meal.
Rosie, what are smokies? And what will you do with the deer rump roast?
ReplyDeleteI like my cocktail sauce sinus opening too. Yum!
ReplyDeleteSmokies are those little cocktail sausages. Deer rump roast could go into a chili. That's what I did with the rest of it.
ReplyDeleteRosie,
ReplyDeleteDo you recommend wearing steel-toed boots while learning "the carry"? Could I substitute almond paste or ricotta cheese for the boots, and how drunk should I be before applying to my feeties?
Impatiently yours,
Hairball
Hairball, Yes, by all means use the steel-toed shoes and of course wear a helmet while learning "the carry."
ReplyDeletePadded clothing is warranted also.
And no, almond paste and ricotta are not acceptable substitutes. Feel free to be as drunk as you want. The drunker the better!