So I wanted shrimp. Call me crazy, right? I had a craving for two weeks. Shrimp, shrimp, shrimp. But getting shrimp is problematic for me.
I went last week and saw the shrimp on sale. I walked past the counter seven times, eyeing it. But when someone asked how they could help, I shook my head and sprinted away.
Yesterday, I vowed it would be different. It almost wasn’t. I went by the counter six times, saw the lady there that I fear the most of all of them, and I gave up. I went to the produce department and looked at the plants for a while. I cried some. And then I drew a deep breath and went back.
I went back! And when the most-feared butcher lady asked me, “Whaddayaneed?” I closed my eyes, pointed and said in a near-whisper, “Can I get twelve of these?”
I almost passed out, and I had tears in my eyes…but I got the shrimp!
I dipped them in flour and egg and then coated them with coconut and deep fried them. For dipping sauce, I heated a half cup of orange marmalade with four tablespoons of Thai hot chili sauce.
Everyone at the store thinks I’m a lunatic, I’m sure. I cried all the way home.
But man… they were delicious.