If I make shrimp for dinner, I can eat about one or two, and then I’m so disgusted I have to make myself something else. I have no problem eating shrimp out to dinner, or even at somebody else’s house. In fact, a few weeks ago I was downing shrimp cocktail at my mother-in-laws. You’d think cold shrimp would gross me out since I have this weird issue now, but nope, no problem. The other weekend we ordered Cajun shrimp at a restaurant, I devoured it. But when I personally make the shrimp: no go. It’s quite unfortunate because Zack loves shrimp, so I do make it often. It’s not how I cook it, because when I try it I think the flavor tastes fine, it’s just the thought of eating the shrimp that grosses me out. I think it could possibly be the peeling and deveining of the shrimp that’s just gotten to my head. It’s never been a job I’ve enjoyed, so maybe it’s just too fresh in my memory afterwards for me to be able to eat the shrimp? I don’t know. I’m putting this out there in hopes that there is another weirdo with this issue.
ZaZa’s was the choice that night and I must say, nothing is more comforting than a satisfying meal at a familiar Italian restaurant. It truly feels like home when you’ve sat at that bar a million times and ordered the same reliable dishes over and over. We shared an amazing cabernet, then split two of my favorites: the white fish and bruschetta spinaci. The night was cool and it brought back comforting memories of the times I’d spent there in the past with family and friends. Fall always gives me feelings of nostalgia for some reason, it’s such a cozy, beautiful season.