And certainly no prawn pr0n. But pompoms are ok, as long as there is a cute little prawn waving them about.
Prawn! Been wanting to say that one a lot today. It’s a good, strong word, you know? Prawn? You can sing it like the ringing of a bell or you can say it in your best cat voice. And it’s what I’d call a strong word, doesn’t lend it self to rapid repetition because it’s a bit clumsy to go from “–n” to “p-“ without bleeding it into “romp”. So, here’s to “prawn.” And what the hell, let’s just admit that they’re the tastiest damned things in the ocean shall we?
Has anyone got any good prawn jokes they’d like to share? Embarrassing/humorous things that have happened to them while enjoying prawns? Interesting or satanic or politically-charged pictures of prawns?
When I lived in Monterey I had a t-shirt that had a very convincing image of Genghis Prawn (Seafood gone bad!) with a prawn wielding some kind of pole arm and sporting a long thin mustache. I think my brother stole it.
Well, it’s not quite a story about a prawn, but it is seafood-related.
I was with my ex, and we were eating at Red Lobster. I love me some crab legs, so I was tearing into mine with an extreme fervor. The ex was sitting there, talking, but I didn’t hear her. I was in the zone. I cracked a crab leg and the meat flew out and hit her right square in the middle of her forehead and landed on her plate. That stopped her in mid sentence. Before the sentence could pick back up, I reached out, snatched back the precious, precious food and ate it and went back to devouring.
I was at a tapas bar last week, and we ordered grilled shrimp. When they came, they were still in the shell and still had the heads on them. I was a little confused about whether I should or shouldn’t eat the heads and shells, because I’ve done that at dim sum restaurants. The waitress explained that they were to be shelled and beheaded.
Tapas bars are not really great for value. We got six shrimp for something like $10. Three each. My date only ate two and told me I could have the last one. Wasn’t that sweet?
Heh…I notice you failed to point and shout, “Crab on your head!” before you snatched the precious back. That would have been cool.
I got another one and a RECIPE: I moved from Seattle where they have many prawns and divers nom-worthy goodies from Davy Jones’ Fridge, to Denver where “fresh” seafood means “not green.” Honestly, nobody here believes me when I tell 'em that fresh salmon shouldn’t be mushy unless you’ve put it in a blender with some…but we won’t get into the salmon mousse story, it’s already been done to death. So I moved here from there and some of my new (inland) friends invited me to a BBQ one fine June afternoon. I stopped by the meat counter at the local grocery and blew the poor inlander’s mind by ordering 24 tiger prawns and 24 strips of maple bacon. I guess she was used to selling by the pound and not the piece. Either that or I looked particularly Jewish and…well never mind. So I shows up to the BBQ with the goods which they suspect to be something normal. How to:
Cook the bacon on the grille until it is still just barely pliable—like good flimsy bacon, if you’re into that. NEXT, use a toothpick to tack one end of the bacon to the head of the prawn prawn prawanha and wrap the thing up. Forthelovvagod peel the prawn first! You’ll find that the length of one strip of bacon is exactly long enough to cover the whole prawn. This is final proof that there is a God and that He wants us to be happy. Tack the trailing edge of the bacon to the trailing edge of the prawn using another toothpick. COOK the confection until the bacon is crispy. Thy prawn be done, your guests will c…well, it’s real good. They thought I was somebody famous from The Food Network. Like Iron Chef Bachelor or something.
From the bacon fat into the fire you mean? Not as bad as you might think. To really pull it off you need to be well into a “Mixed Litter” box of Flying Dog. Makes the flames feel like part of the show.
There was that episode of Frasier where he taught his dad how to play chess. His dad turned out to be some kind of prodigy at it, beating Frasier every time. The funniest line was when he said to Frasier, “I took your prawn” instead of “pawn.” This really infuriated Frasier, as you might imagine.
“Prawn” isn’t a name for a sea creature. It should be a nut. A big, soft, slightly sweet tasting nut.
“Oh look! There by the roadside. A prawn tree!”
“Let’s go pick prawns!”
“You don’t pick prawns, silly. You shake 'em down.”
“Ever had prawn ice cream?”
“I prefer prawn pie myself.”
Put a bit of olive oil and butter in a large skillet. Heat until rocket hot and the oil starts to get smokey. Add peeled and deveined pRawns in a single layer. (If you have more prawns than skillet space, do in batches and reheat them all at the end.) Fry for 60 seconds. During this time, add crushed garlic, juice of 1/2 lemon, salt, and pepper. Turn prawns over, turn off heat, and cover for 30 seconds. Toss to coat. Serve with roasted potatoes, steamed asparagus, and ice cold beer.
Hmmmm… well nothing satanic (except that it does tend to leave people totally helpless and in the throes of gustatory bliss)… I have the recipe for the garlic prawns that are served at the Gilroy Garlic Festival. One friend told me it was the best thing she ever put in her mouth…
