Somebody just asked me the other day if I had a penchant for seafood. Of course my answer was, "What the hell is a penchant?" When I realized they were asking if I liked fresh seafood my response was that I loved fresh seafood. Who doesn't except for those allergic to the iodine – like my brother is?
The lady who asked me that question was selling fresh shrimp from the back of her truck on Southern Blvd. In case you’re new to South Florida, pick up truck beds often sub for the produce or meat section in Publix these days. Once you get the dogs out of the back of the truck it is a great platform for selling shrimp. So I reluctantly bought a few pounds of gorgeous pink and brown shrimp. I say reluctantly because the temperature was hot and the sun was bright; however, she had everything iced down well.
I get home and start to prepare my little friends.. Some get the fryer and the remainders were placed into a highly seasoned blend of spices and boiling water. Damn! I was extremely proud of my culinary creation here…I could hardly wait to dig in! My girlfriend set the table. A couple of buddies were bringing the cold beer as we got ready to submerse ourselves in shrimp. So as I was trying to pick out some clean silverware to eat with I listened to the local news. Seems a lady and her brother had been arrested that day for selling stolen, and possibly contaminated, shrimp from their truck. The news report showed their pictures and listed the two locations that they had sold the shrimp from and guess what??? Exactly!
When my friends made it over I told them the news. I had purchased stolen and possibly spoiled seafood. I suddenly had a penchant for a lot of cold beer!
I guess penchants can be good for something after all!