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Showing posts with label Shrimp. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Shrimp. Show all posts

Thursday, August 4, 2011

Penis Salad


Ever been disappointed with a Google image search because all it brings up are pages and pages of generic shots, none of which you really want to illegally copy and paste into a document? Try turning off the Safe Search feature.

Ever looked up the word “penis” with the Safe Search off just out of curiosity? Here’s a hint: DON’T. Sure, this is a California Shrimp Salad, but if you make the gross mistake of doing the above, you’ll never be able to see jumbo shrimp again without being reminded of your unfortunate lack of judgment.

Soup, Salad, Sandwich Cookbook, Ideals Publishing, 1981

Also from this book: One Is Such A Lonely Number, Frosted Sandwich Loaf, Potty Mouth

Saturday, July 16, 2011

To Bisque Or Not To Bisque — That Is The Question


Whether tis nobler in the gut to suffer
The shrimp and veg of outrageous soup
Or to take arms against whoever serves it
And by opposing end them. To die, to sleep —
No more —and by a sleep to say we end
The stomachache, and the thousand unnatural shocks
That flesh is heir to. Tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wished. To die, to sleep —
To sleep — perchance to dream; ay, there’s the rub,
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this dinner date,
Must give us pause. Etc.

Speaking of tragedies, I think we have stumbled upon the weapon Claudius used to knock off poor Hamlet’s Dad: a bowl of Buttermilk-Shrimp Bisque, cooked up, no doubt, by the evil Gertrude.

The eagle-eyed among you will notice from the recipe below that this is not, strictly speaking, a bisque at all. It’s a cheat’s bisque for people so lazy they think an appetizing soup can be made by tossing some raw veg, canned shrimp, and milk in a bowl. They can’t even be bothered to heat it.

It’s a little known fact that Ophelia excused herself from a light lunch with her future mother-in-law to drown herself rather than delve into a serving.

The food stylists at Better Homes and Gardens have helpfully provided two goblets of Chilled Beet Soup poisoned wine to wash it down with.

Next time you want all of your dinner guests to go mad and slay each other in a frenzied bloodbath, serve this.

 Buttermilk-Shrimp Bisque

1 teaspoon onion salt
2 teaspoons prepared mustard
½ teaspoon sugar
½ teaspoon dried dill weed
Dash hot sauce
4 cups buttermilk
1 can small shrimp
½ cup chopped green pepper
1 small cucumber
½ cup chopped celery
 1 jar diced pimento

In bowl, mix onion salt, mustard, sugar, dill weed and hot sauce. 
Stir in buttermilk, shrimp, cucumber, green pepper, celery and pimento. 
Cover, chill.


Soups & Stews Cook Book, Better Homes and Gardens, 1978

Wednesday, July 13, 2011

Seafood Garden


Q: What do small shrimp make?
A: Microwaves!

Once upon a time, the small shrimp which give this dish its tenuous connection to seafood, swam free in the vast ocean among their crustacean brethren enjoying a life free from stress and fear. They were ignorant of the non-aquatic life, and of the strange creatures who reside upon the land who rely on microwave ovens to cook their food.

In particular, they were completely unaware of what the folks at Ideals Publishing in Nashville, TN had in store for them. This is just as well, because they might have tried to escape the trawling net that inevitably captured them and the swift death that followed. Thankfully, while their souls were swept up (or down?) to fishy heaven, their bodies continued to play a valuable role in the food chain; once flash frozen and canned, and then shipped to a supermarket, they were purchased by Cyndee Kannenberg (or one of her associates) so she could demonstrate for us this recipe.

What remained of those dear, innocent shrimp were condemned to float among the congealed depths of a pool of cream of shrimp soup and cream cheese. Perhaps the asparagus reminds them of seaweed. 

Notice how this dish is presented with an offering of fresh flowers: are they a bribe for the diner or a reward? Or are they a bouquet some grief-stricken marine-lover has left upon their jellified grave?

Guide To Microwave Cooking, Ideals Publishing, Nashville TN, 1978
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