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There is no seafood I love better than well prepared shrimp. Since I love it so, I have created a lot of recipes. This is one of the easiest and it’s inspired by a Portuguese dish known as “Shrimp Mozambique”.

2 lbs of medium or large shrimp,peeled & deveined  (you can leave the tails intact if you wish. I don’t)

7 medium to large cloves of garlic, finely chopped

1/4 bunch of flat leaf parsley (about 2 T) chopped

4 -5 T of chopped cilantro (remember that flat leaf parsley and cilantro look a LOT alike)

juice of 2 lemons

1/4 cup extra dry vermouth

Kosher salt

Freshly ground pepper

 4 T butter (or more to taste)

Olive oil (use the good stuff)

Saute the garlic in olive oil and butter over medium heat until fragrant (about 2 minutes) then add the shrimp and cook for a minute before adding the cilantro and lemon juice.

As the shrimp starts to turn pink, add the vermouth and cook an additional minute or two to let the alcohol cook off and then add the parsley  and salt and pepper to taste.

You should get a good amount of ‘pan squeezin’s’  as we call ‘em, so have plenty of crusty bread handy to sop it up.

Garnish with scallion  tops if you’re feeling especially creative.

You can make it a main dish by serving it over pasta or rice.

You can also serve it with french fries, which is sometimes how the Portuguese serve Mozambique.

Enjoy!

Welp…here’s the deal: I consulted with a friend who suggested the obvious. Would I have thought of it? Nope, obviously not because I didn’t do it in the first place. What was the solution? Reset my modem. Yep. I feel like a penny. Still, it was great to hear from him–we’d not spoken in some time due to his recent marriage. The wife and I are still getting to know one another and as he’s a former flame, it’s a careful dance. She phoned me for a recipe and I asked her if it was cool to speak with Stephen. She said of course…that is after I gave her the recipe for my shrimp that he loves so much. She loves it too and I taught her how to make  it, but I think she forgets that you have to add a LOT more garlic and cilantro than you think is necessary. The secret ingredient is extra dry vermouth. Me likee to use that a LOT.
I know that Sassy will want the recipe. Maybe I’ll post it later on.
I’m just happy that I can post the regular way now. Whoo HOO!
PLUS, I’ve got to turn the boob tube on…Take Home Chef is on and I think I’m starting to fall for Curtis Stone. Never thought I’d see the day when I would be attracted to a long nosed, blonde Aussie, but there it is. He may be my new boyfriend.
I think it’s because he’s just one chocolate covered cherry away from being a fat guy.
Awww, he’s cute though.
He gets a bit juicy when he’s talking. I’m a sucker for that somehow.
Don’t know why, but I am…there it is.
I have to tell ya, I’m not married to his haircut. Eh…it’s his head, but the process is a bit wacky.
What am I a trip to Hawaii? Well, truth be told I’m not much more than a trip to Harlem…but heck, I’m one funny lady.
SO, you can expect more links and fun stuff and natch, more rambling.

You know my pal Angie over at suncoastscribe.com has been a big help and she was the person who got me into this in the first place…she’s created a monster, that one. Because of her, I’ve been able to seek out other bloggers who just plain make me smile.
RobertaFerguson.com and thesassysoutherner.com have become my faves. You should check them out.
Sassy is a real firecracker and Roberta has this great thing where when you leave a comment it’s like buying her a cocktail.
If comments were booze, she’d be well on her way to a place in rehab.
For once, that’s a good thing.
Unfortunately, since I have to access my blog through different means until I get this glitch in the matrix solved, I’m not sure if you’ll be able to click the links in my posts.
BUT, you CAN check these ladies out and as I discover new and interesting blogs you’ll be able to enjoy them along with me.

Take care…it’s snack time.
(okay, I said that before, but I really mean it this time)

Okay, that was really, really reaching…well, I have to say that since today is a day off for me that I have a lot of ambition.
The room has GOT to get cleaned. I’m sitting at the computer, however. There’s a pile of laundry just waiting to be washed. No matter. Hey, the cable’s still on. That’s a bonus.
Gotta get that news fix before I do anything.
Also, I wanted to share a little something with you.

My friend is in the hospital. He’s in poor health, but he’s been in poor health ever since I’ve known him. Diabetes, high blood pressure, a heart condition, jungle rot from serving in Vietnam, alcoholism and for a time in his life, what we termed ‘reluctant bulimia’. For some reason he was purging what he ate. He didn’t want to, it just happened.
We even did a mock PSA about it. As is my way, I made light of it and his poor health to keep his spirits up. He’s had a rough life due to some crazy ass decisions.
At one time he was a drug addict. Heroin. So, he’s off that, but the booze has been a constant companion.
I went to visit him on Monday and we had a long talk. I made him laugh, which made all of his monitors go haywire for awhile. His blood pressure went up but it leveled off.
He discussed his poor choices healthwise and got some ICU religion.
The guy is smart and funny but there is a part him that’s just given up. I mentioned this and he agreed. He told me that he was going to mend his ways once he got out.
I told him that I would support him in his decisions.
We both know that he will be back to his old tricks…although I have to say he got a nice little scare when the woman in the bed across from him coded and died.
They couldn’t save her. She was slightly older than my friend. She had the same medical issues.
Scared him silly. He kept mentioning it.
So, I gave him a shave, helped him wash up and got him settled.
I also got a real good glimpse of his delicate underparts.
You’re never prepared for that. NEVER.
He’s not a family member and I didn’t want to see HIS member.
There it was, dangling for all the world to see.
I was going to bring him a healthy snack for later, but another person came in and put the kibosh on it. If he had kept his freakin’ mouth shut, I could have brought him in a low carb, low fat, no sodium snack. His blood sugars, while all over the place were in no way going to bring him to ketoacidosis. Friggin’ loud mouth. At least I know what I’m doing.
I listened to part of the conversation when the docs came in…they made me leave during the good bits.
You know, when his primary told him that she didn’t expect him to know what kind of meds he was on, I got pissed. WHY shouldn’t he know? WHY shouldn’t a patient be informed?
That’s ridiculous.
I told him what he was on and what they would do for him.
I can’t stand physicians who act as though they’re the keepers of all knowledge and that you wouldn’t understand because you didn’t go to med school.
Nope, the best doctors are the ones who explain everything and treat you like you’re an intelligent being.
It makes me want to go back to school and become a doctor.
Shame is that I’m too old now…well, to get into a decent medical school.
The kicker about my pal is that he’s in a teaching hospital. They’re supposed to have a bedside manner and explain this shit.
NOT talk over, around and AT him.
THIS is why I don’t like hospitals and THIS is why I tell every person I know to buy a PDR, become educated and informed before they go to a doctor’s appointment.
KNOW what you’re dealing with…a well informed patient is a happy patient.
All of my doctors in the past have treated me like a peer because of it. I’ve received great
assistance and I’ve survived cancer without having to get chemo or have invasive surgery.
Alternative methods are available and if you are informed, you can ask your doc about it.
They may poo poo it, but at least they’ll know that you’re being pro-active.
Remember, it only takes a ‘C’ average to become a physician.
That’s just average. If you think all docs are ‘A’ students, you’re wrong.
Ask. It’s in your best interest.

Hmm….this turned into something different, didn’t it?

Laundry or snack?

What do YOU think?

Keep on truckin’!