Thursday, 07 Jun 07
We dare you. A friend of SheJumps, Haley Edwards, recently went shrimpin' in Hood Canal, Wash. She's a riot.
"It's a quarter to ten on a Saturday morning," she writes in The Seattle Times, "and I just got a face full of jellyfish. Red, goopy Jell-O-like marine animal slime. Splattered on my cheek. Gross.
But I guess I signed up for this when I agreed to go shrimping for a weekend near the Hamma Hamma tidal flats in Hood Canal. Really, what else did I expect?
Actually, I know exactly what I was expecting: a Forrest Gump-like litany of delicious shrimp-related delicacies. Shrimp Creole. Shrimp cocktail. Shrimp barbecue. What I didn't consider was that shrimp don't just wash up on the shore in a garlic-butter marinade. City slickers. We're so gullible."
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