February 17, 2016. Nuevo Vallarta, Mexico. Shrimp.

Just like days of yore,  we four sat on the balcony and cleaned and ate shrimp one after another until they were all gone.    When we had peeled and eaten all the shrimp, we ate salad and sour dough bread.   Our dinner was delicious.

Rita had never boiled shrimp so we had to teach her how to do it.  In the morning at the market, Rita bought shrimp, the largest shrimp we had ever seen.  Her intention was to peel the shrimp, then sauté them in butter.  But we had no butter.   I came up with a better idea which was to boil the shrimp and have us peel our own shrimp as we ate, just as we had done years ago in Galveston, where we learned to love eating shrimp.

Growing up, we ate shrimp but the shrimp were always in a can and were always small.  In 1964, Ken and I moved to Galveston, Texas, which is on the Gulf Coast.  We quickly were taught how to cook and peel shrimp and we found that we could buy shrimp right from the shrimp boats.  We have been doing it ever since except now we buy the shrimp from the fish monger.    Last evening, the shrimp dinner was a reminder of happy times in addition to eating a wonderful meal made by Rita.  Life is good.