
I have a lot to thank Jesus, the Good Lord Christ of Nazareth for. Forgiveness of my horrible, sinful life is a big one. But almost as big is the relaxation of the dietary restrictions of the Jews. I know the Chosen People have been through a lot, but when I think that they can never ever have a shrimp cocktail or a king crab leg, that's when I weep for them.
I ask you, is there a better, lighter, fresher appetizer than the shrimp cocktail (pictured here as cooked and plated by the author for his wife's birthday)?
But those two are the younger siblings, the fun little sisters you briefly date before realizing that the older sisters have a lot more to offer. And of course I mean crab and lobster. Not just any crab or lobster, but King Crab from Alaska and Maine Lobster. As a young child, my parents would always go to Myrtle Beach as a vacation, as did every other suburban white asshole. I hated it. I hated tanning, I hated the heat, I hated being away from friends. But I loved the Gullyfield. The Gullyfield, now sadly out of commission, was a plantation-style seafood joint wherein I first learned the pleasures of king crab legs.
As I mentioned before, my wife and I took a vacation up to "downeast" Maine on a lobster roll tour. For those that don't know, a lobster roll is a bunch of lobster meat mixed up with either mayo or butter (depending on region) and set in a toasted, buttered hot dog bun, or something like it. It's also the king of foods, or at least prince regent. But this prince regent's fancy sash isn't just a fancy sash . . .it's a black belt for awesomeness.
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Praise Jehovah and pass the hat, Brother Joe, for you have spoken the truth on this day.
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