this summer. Picture this; four adults in flip flops, sitting on chairs surrounding the kitchen table, leaning forward on our elbows towards a tray in the center piled high with shrimp. Juice was running through our fingers and all over our faces. Not a word was spoken. I’m guessing this scene must have been similar to the worlds first people slurping down a kill after inventing fire. My mother is probably rolling over in her grave at our behavior since she practically wrote the book on table manners and social etiquette. I’m not sure if our voraciousness was due to the competition Ladder Golf games, competition swimming, or the heat, but those shrimp were devoured in a matter of minutes. We all sat back from the table and looked at each other. A look that would tie for either guilty pleasure or shock that we just ate some of the best shrimp of our lives in record time. This was a very special treat. This is my version of her recipe.
1 serrano chile, minced
Juice from a whole lime
Picture of Shane Boyd, Grill Master, July 2010