ShrimpFest 2015


One of my earliest memories was having Shrimpfest with my dad. Kitchen table, shrimp, shells piled high. It felt like we were at the table for hours laughing and eating shrimp. I picked up some gulf shrimp, and while my dad was in town just after Christmas, we had a shrimpfest to end the year. Butter for me, soy sauce + sesame oil for dad for the most part.


Albany John was kind enough to boil up some shrimp, and pop them in some ice so they didn’t overcook.


Big ol’ stack of shrimp shells. Maybe it was nostalgia, but I felt just like I did when I was little this time. #feels

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