Last Christmas, I forgot to buy shrimp for the appetizer spread. I had a single bag of frozen shrimp in the freezer for emergencies. My cousin laughed when I pulled them out. “Those are worthless,” she said. I boiled them, chilled them, and served them on a platter. Guess who ate half the platter? That cousin. She now calls me the “Shrimp Whisperer.”
So next time you’re staring at that icy bag, remember: you’re not boiling shrimp. You’re winning at dinner. And if anyone gives you grief, just tell them you’re following the ancient art of lazy brilliance. Enjoy your shrimp, you beautiful, easy-going chef.
