Seth and I had our friend Lo over for Killer Shrimp and French bread. Killer Shrimp was an amazing eatery in L.A. where the basically served one thing: barbeque shrimp (no spoon, just bread). Sadly the economy got the best of this home of the mouth orgy, and I've been left with unfulfilled desires ever since. I'm certain it will take a lifetime to get it just right, but this first attempt wasn't bad.
Barbeque shrimp is not about throwing something on the grill as one might assume. It's actually shrimp in a spicy broth. The broth is the key.
we started with martinis.
extra dirty


Lo and a basil martini

Seth in his natural state

We are normally better about cleaning as we cook.

Is that an animal bladder? No, it's cheesecloth filled with shrimp carcasses...delicious!

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