I'm trying to get rid of leftovers
in my fridge,
so today I found some
leftover bagged spinach
and the shrimp
Mr. Hawthorne had cooked
last night.
And I have a plan.
Shrimp and spinach quesadilla.
Here's my bag of Fresh Express spinach.
And notice that the spinach
is Thoroughly Washed
and
Ready to Eat!
Here are the nutrition facts.
Hmmm.
Notice there's no mention of any type of protein.
And also notice my spinach is thoroughly cleaned
having been Hydro-Jet Washed.
And BRRRR, my spinach has been
kept cold all the way to the store.
Again, it's been Washed and is
Ready to Eat.
And the only ingredient mentioned
is spinach.
If it appears Rosie is meandering here
and possibly leading up to something,
then, yes, she is.
Now what would that be?
I poured the spinach into my colander
to rinse off, even though
it had already been
turbo-hydro jet washed
and ...
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And guess what?
Anasa tristis is in my spinach.
Although a very clean and cold
anasa tristis,
also known as a squash bug.
It's very nice to know what
the newly hatched squash bugs
look like, since I've seen them in
my garden and never knew what they were.
Yes, he was alive,
but moving very slowly.
And remember, that was
FRESH EXPRESS brand,
telephone # 1-800-242-5472.
Now, on to my shrimp and spinach quesadilla!
Rosie is nothing if not a trooper.
She's certainly not going to let
a little squash bug
squash her plans for lunch.
My ingredients:
tortilla
cheddar and mozzarella cheeses
chopped shrimp
chopped onions
my hydro-jet washed
Fresh Express Brand spinach
I covered the tortilla with
Mozzarella cheese and
added the spinach leaves to it.
By the way,
I used Fresh Express brand spinach.
And I just emailed the good folks
at Fresh Express about my finding a
little protein surprise in their product.
Hopefully, I can get Fresh Express
products for life.
As if.
God knows, had this happened
to Xmaskatie,
there would be a freakin' HUGE
financial settlement in the works
for her emotional distress and suffering.
The suits from Fresh Express
would be shaking right now
on her front porch.
And Fresh Express
would be sending her
bushels of lettuce and spinach weekly
for the rest of her life,
plus there would be someone from the company
with a fine tooth comb to go
through and examine every leaf for foreign matter.
Plus, she'd have them send her a personal chef
to prepare all salad and spinach dishes.
And Xmaskatie,
you sooo know
this is true.
OK, back to my quesadilla.
Shrimp and onions went on next.
Then I topped with more Mozzarella
and Cheddar cheese.
Thinly sliced tomatoes went on top,
with freshly grated pepper and cumin.
And I topped with another
tortilla.
Look how thick this is.
I cooked it in my cast iron skillet
in a combination of extra light olive oil and butter,
turning each side 90 degrees to get those
nice little grill marks.
There's Mr. Hawthorne's
corn salsa and my creme fraiche.
This was amazingly thick to begin with.
Look how thin it is now.
I've ordered shrimp quesadillas
at numerous restaurants down here
and I've always been disappointed.
But ... this ... was delicious.
The spinach was good, in spite of
Fresh Express.
You could taste the onions, the shrimp,
the tomatoes and the cumin,
and the cheese - well what can I say about the cheese?
Cheese is like buttah.
It makes everything bettah.
The quesadilla was perfectly complemented
by the corn salsa and the creme fraiche.
Just a very nice melange of flavors, tastes, and textures.
Doesn't this look appealing and appetizing?
Visually, it's a lovely dish.
Too bad I can't order this at
a local restaurant.
It's something so simple,
but most restaurants would skimp
horribly on the shrimp
and they just wouldn't put out
a quality product.
I know.
I've had shrimp quesadillas at
3 different places
and I'll never order another one.
Each one was more disappointing than the last.
Sad, I know.
But then I can be rather demanding
in expecting fresh ingredients
and flavorful, quality meals.
And I wouldn't have it any other way.
I may have to settle for less than the best
in other areas over which I have no control,
but it ain't happening with the food I eat.
