Friday, September 30, 2011
Clown Day *Ü*
Simple Shrimp & Grits
I have found a hundred recipes for shrimp and grits over the years. But we like simplicity, so I adapted a recipe from the Neely's (Food Network) that suited our taste...
The Grits
32 oz chicken broth
1/2 cup half & half (you could use heavy whipping cream instead)
1 cup quick grits
salt to taste
1 Tbsp butter
1/4 cup parmesan cheese (I use the kind in the can)
Bring chicken broth and half & half to a half simmer/half boil over medium heat. Add grits and a dash of salt. Stir often for about 5 minutes or until grits thicken. Add butter and parmesan cheese.
The Shrimp
2 Tbsp butter
1 small sweet onion
half of a green bell pepper
1 tsp minced garlic (because fresh garlic intimidates me)
1 to 2 lbs of shrimp, peeled and deveined (the fun part!)
all-purpose flour
a little more half & half
Melt butter over medium heat. Add onion, bell pepper, and garlic. Saute until onion is clear. Add shrimp. Cook several minutes (it's pretty easy to tell when shrimp is done). Sprinkle shrimp mixture with a little all-purpose flour, then pour a little half & half in to make the mixture a little more liquid-y (I don't have exact measurements for the flour and half & half...Jason took over at that point). Toss the mixture for a couple more minutes, then serve over cooked grits.
Like I said...it's a simple recipe...but so yummy!
Thursday, September 29, 2011
My little sister is 30 today. Saying my little sister is 30 makes me feel really old. I remember the day she was born. I had just turned 4 years old. Of course, that was "back in the day" where you didn't know if you were having a girl or a boy until the baby was born. I was determined the baby in my Mama's belly was a girl. My brother felt otherwise...he wanted a brother. My Mom must have gone to the hospital in the middle of the night, because I just remember waking up and my two grandmothers were there to take care of us. We waited and waited and waited to hear the news. And those being the times of no cell phones either, we had to wait until that night when my Dad finally got home to hear the news of what the baby was. I never will forget my Dad walking in the house and telling us we had a baby sister. I started squealing with excitement, then I looked over at my brother was standing there all wide-eyed and sort of zombie-like. He said (and these are his exact words, I promise)..."Oh noooooooooo. NOT another Shannon." He literally fell backwards into the floor.
And then...I never will forget the day my sister came home from the hospital. My brother was in kindergarten, so he had to go to school. I was the lucky one that got to ride up to Amory with my Dad to bring my Mom and my baby sister home (and when I say "ride" I do mean on the hump in the front in the middle of the driver's seat and the passenger seat of my Mom's brown Buick regal with white vinyl interior). Now, apparantly it was planned all along that I would get to ride with my Dad to bring them home, because my Mom had laid out a beautiful smocked dress, matching bonnet, and matching purse out for me to wear...complete with lace trimmed socks and Mary Jane shoes. But, for whatever reason, I decided to pick out my OWN outfit...brown cordurory pants and a faded worn-out red t-shirt that boldy said "I'm a Dr. Pepper Kid." And some sort of brown clunky hand-me-down shoes. No socks. I was styling in my opinion. When we drove up to the hospital, out comes my Mom and my feltman brother dress-clad baby sister. One look at me, and if I had to guess what happened next, my Daddy probably got chewed out.
So...to my favorite sister in the whole wide world...happy birthday!!
I made the sign myself. I love markers. I waited until after the girls went to bed to make it because I knew they would want to do it...aren't I a meanie?? I laughed out loud when I finally found the markers Lucy was supposed to put up...stuck in the door of the armoire in the playroom. So there goes my theory of "a place for everything and everything in its' place." Oh well...at least they weren't strewn all over the floor. On to other things, like pumpkins. You are probably t.i.r.e.d. of hearing about them from me. Actually, these aren't my pumpkins, if you can believe that. A sweet lady from church asked me to paint crosses on some for her. I did some last pumpkin season, and am excited to paint some more this year.
Lucy made a masquerede mask one day, and I never took a picture of her "wearing" it. She made it all by herself *Ü*
Thursdays have become our crazy day. I am so excited tomorrow is Friday! And as of now, we have nothing planned for Saturday...and the girls have Fall Break Monday and Tuesday! Yay!!




