Thank you for this important question. I appreciate you reaching out to me. I have some thoughts.
Most proteins don’t end up tasting like themselves when served. That’s for several reasons, the least of which is not the fact that most of us can afford to buy only the cheap stuff. Affordability always tastes like nothing or like death. This is why we have sauces. All of French cooking was built on this premise. Chimichurri was invented by Argentinians after a bad shipment of Brazilian beef. All tacos. These are facts.
Unless you’re buying the good shrimp, I don’t think it’s a great idea to want to feature their flavor. I can’t afford good shrimp. My fake daughter, Lemonaise, who died because I became bored with her but then I decided I needed someone to keep me company during the summer and we would take a road trip together but I don’t have time or money for that so she’s sitting in the corner watching season 1 of Daniel Tiger on Netflix over and over and over, has learned how to carefully defrost the bags of frozen shrimp from Trader Joe’s. Those are the best and cheapest I’ve found. Never buy shrimp at the regular grocery store. It is always overpriced and has freezer burn because most people who work in grocery stores are not paid a living wage and what do they care about your frozen shrimp? They don’t. Fuck your shrimp.
Yes, I’ve learned that the shrimp I’ve purchased at some of the giant warehouse stores is probably produced using slave labor. And not like “12 Years a Slave” slave labor where you realize that this is horrible and excruciating to watch but he goes home at the end of two hours and you feel you watched something important and you did but it was a movie and there are people right now in slave labor camps gathered near the water and they don’t play the violin and they won’t go home at the end of twelve years compressed into two hours. They will probably die. They are already dead. And their only dreams all center on not feeling pain today. They’re raising my delicious little affordable shrimp, and they will die for them. For me.
I’m taking a break from buying the frozen shrimp at the warehouse store for another 4-6 weeks while somebody sorts out the whole thing.
Which leads me to your husband. Who apparently wants to eat death shrimp OR he has a lot of money.
Or you have a lot of money.
I think you do. It’s your money. And you let your husband live off of your wealth. Which I get. You love him. You make choices. And life goes on. Not for the shrimp slaves. But your love, the commitment you have to each other, it goes on.
I don’t know your gender. You might be a woman. You might be a man. You might find that traditional gender roles are confining. You are you.
And I am now talking right to You.
You are precious.
You are loved.
By your husband.
And I love this shrimp and grits recipe. The lemon plays off the sweetness of the shrimp, and the whole thing really sings.
It’s shrimp at its very best.