And, most recently and unexpectedly, a taste – it seems – for shellfish.
I used to eat the stuff all the time as a kid: shrimp, lobster, crab – I’d eat it all indiscriminately. But then, after my time in Japan, I went cold turkey – no one in the family really knows why (it has, in fact, been a subject of some debate and contention) – and these twenty years in between have been shellfish-free. And it never bothered me – I still think shrimp are strange, strange creatures. And I never thought I was missing out.
But then I figured – well, since I’m here seeing/doing/trying new things, why not re-examine the whole no-shellfish rule? So I did. And I suppose it didn’t hurt that I was on the coast of Spain, ten feet from the Mediterranean. Or that I was superfan starving. Or that I’d had more than a few glasses of sangria.
Or that the paella looked like this.
It was pretty amazing.
Shrimp, I think, is still low low low down on the list of things I’d order in a restaurant – and if it comes whole, I don’t think it’s worth the effort of de-shelling.
But I guess it’s just one more way I’ve changed - since way back when.
2 comments:
ahhh, paella... my dish in Nice is still on the top three list of my life... I just don't know if the smoked salmon beats it.
I'm really impressed, gege, these are serious looking shrimps. need to make sure that ahbu sees this picture.
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