Shrimpin' season is upon us...

Comshaw

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Spot Shrimp....one of 50 taken from the pot today. Shrimp for dinner tonight.

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there's a specific season for toe sucking? well, alright.

Well, I wish I could say it was the most erotic experience of my life. He sucked on each toe as if it were the leg of a tiny crustacean and he was after the meat. Then he tended to my other foot, playing it as if it were a harmonica. The slurping sounds aroused the attention of our driver, and I leaned forward through the partition to block his view.

“That’s right,” I said, directing him. “Straight up on Flatbush.”


Straight up.
 
Spot Shrimp....one of 50 taken from the pot today. Shrimp for dinner tonight.

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He's saying "Nooooo! Don't boil me!":D

I bet he was delicious though. I love seafood. Shellfish in particular. Shrimp, scallops, crab, lobster - yum! Very jealous.
 
He's saying "Nooooo! Don't boil me!":D

I bet he was delicious though. I love seafood. Shellfish in particular. Shrimp, scallops, crab, lobster - yum! Very jealous.

gimme my flesh-food dead; i can't handle the weight of the guilt otherwise, and man do i love prawns. and lobster. crab, shrimp, scallops, yeah..... :cool:
 
He's saying "Nooooo! Don't boil me!":D

I bet he was delicious though. I love seafood. Shellfish in particular. Shrimp, scallops, crab, lobster - yum! Very jealous.

They were. From water to plate was only a few hours, so they were very fresh. We ate some hot from the pot right out of the shell. The rest were stir fried with veggies and put over rice. The next batch I'm doing a dozen on the barbie, wrapped in bacon.



gimme my flesh-food dead; i can't handle the weight of the guilt otherwise, and man do i love prawns. and lobster. crab, shrimp, scallops, yeah..... :cool:

Ain't that the way. A few years after we were married my wife and I spent a year in Korea (1973-74). She was a city girl while I was raised on a farm. She wanted to make fried chicken so we went to the market to get the fixin's. We stopped at the chicken booth and I pointed to a nice plump hen. The woman who ran the booth grabbed it out of it's cage and laid it on the table. My wife had no idea what was about to happen when the woman picked up a knife and stuck the chicken in the heart by inserting it just below the base of it's neck. She then threw it under the table into a box, apparently to let it bleed out. After a few minutes of it flopping around the woman pulled it out, stuck it again and threw it back under the table. A few minutes later she pulled it out and began to butcher it. She didn't pluck it, she skinned it. When she was done she wrapped it in paper and handed it to me. The entire time my wife had stood frozen watching the entire process.

Her comment as we walked away from the booth,"That's cruel! Chicken comes wrapped in cellophane!"

She made chicken that night, but needless to say she wouldn't eat any of it. It fact it was a few years before she would again. Years later I raised our own beef. I made sure she was gone for the day come butchering time.


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you people are monsters. murdering people and cooking them just so you can suck on their toes? what is wrong with you?
 
When the shrimp are running it's a town party. Even people that aren't shrimping meet up at the public dock. Much beer is had by all.

BTW it's a river not the ocean.
 
They were. From water to plate was only a few hours, so they were very fresh. We ate some hot from the pot right out of the shell. The rest were stir fried with veggies and put over rice. The next batch I'm doing a dozen on the barbie, wrapped in bacon.





Ain't that the way. A few years after we were married my wife and I spent a year in Korea (1973-74). She was a city girl while I was raised on a farm. She wanted to make fried chicken so we went to the market to get the fixin's. We stopped at the chicken booth and I pointed to a nice plump hen. The woman who ran the booth grabbed it out of it's cage and laid it on the table. My wife had no idea what was about to happen when the woman picked up a knife and stuck the chicken in the heart by inserting it just below the base of it's neck. She then threw it under the table into a box, apparently to let it bleed out. After a few minutes of it flopping around the woman pulled it out, stuck it again and threw it back under the table. A few minutes later she pulled it out and began to butcher it. She didn't pluck it, she skinned it. When she was done she wrapped it in paper and handed it to me. The entire time my wife had stood frozen watching the entire process.

Her comment as we walked away from the booth,"That's cruel! Chicken comes wrapped in cellophane!"

She made chicken that night, but needless to say she wouldn't eat any of it. It fact it was a few years before she would again. Years later I raised our own beef. I made sure she was gone for the day come butchering time.


Comshaw
i can gut, clean, skin a chicken/rabbit - probably most meats if i had to, just can't do that kill thing. i don't like killing anything, but will splat gnats trying to eat me and wasps if they refuse to fly out when i've opened the window and tried to get them out. still feel guilty, but... :eek:


oh, and if someone could remove the head, pls? i don't like the eyes looking at me. don't serve me fish with its head still on, k?
 
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They were. From water to plate was only a few hours, so they were very fresh. We ate some hot from the pot right out of the shell. The rest were stir fried with veggies and put over rice. The next batch I'm doing a dozen on the barbie, wrapped in bacon.





Ain't that the way. A few years after we were married my wife and I spent a year in Korea (1973-74). She was a city girl while I was raised on a farm. She wanted to make fried chicken so we went to the market to get the fixin's. We stopped at the chicken booth and I pointed to a nice plump hen. The woman who ran the booth grabbed it out of it's cage and laid it on the table. My wife had no idea what was about to happen when the woman picked up a knife and stuck the chicken in the heart by inserting it just below the base of it's neck. She then threw it under the table into a box, apparently to let it bleed out. After a few minutes of it flopping around the woman pulled it out, stuck it again and threw it back under the table. A few minutes later she pulled it out and began to butcher it. She didn't pluck it, she skinned it. When she was done she wrapped it in paper and handed it to me. The entire time my wife had stood frozen watching the entire process.

Her comment as we walked away from the booth,"That's cruel! Chicken comes wrapped in cellophane!"

She made chicken that night, but needless to say she wouldn't eat any of it. It fact it was a few years before she would again. Years later I raised our own beef. I made sure she was gone for the day come butchering time.


Comshaw

It never took me two tries to kill a chicken. WTF? Why let it suffer?
 
You'll all probably kill me when I say, I don't like shrimp.
 
It never took me two tries to kill a chicken. WTF? Why let it suffer?

Hell I don't know. It must be an oriental thing. I've always just whacked their heads off, but she stabbed it in the heart to kill it and missed the first time. I think they do it that way because if it is prepared whole, they leave the head attached when it's cooked. Nothing like a chicken or duck staring at you while you eat it.

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