When her 'foster' sister visited from the states with a friend we had a picnic that included prawns (shrimp) . The friend was completely unused to shelling and eating cooked prawns with her hands and joining in was too much for her.
When her 'foster' sister visited from the states with a friend we had a picnic that included prawns (shrimp) . The friend was completely unused to shelling and eating cooked prawns with her hands and joining in was too much for her.
Really? Peeling and eating cooked shrimp is a very common thing in my corner of the States (Eastern North Carolina). It was one of my parents’ favorite things to do when they were having good friends over for supper, because the time need to peel the shrimp could be used for conversation.
It’ll maybe depend on where exactly she was from. I never learned to eat any sort of crab or shellfish, even shrimp, till adulthood—and even then, mostly shelled already. It just wasn’t a thing where i grew up.
It’ll maybe depend on where exactly she was from. I never learned to eat any sort of crab or shellfish, even shrimp, till adulthood—and even then, mostly shelled already. It just wasn’t a thing where i grew up.
Yeah, my “really?” notwithstanding, I do get that—it’s why I specified where I’m from. Folks grow up on fish and shellfish in Eastern North Carolina. (Well, that and barbecue.)
Along the coast, some of the best hole-in-the-wall restaurants have tables with holes in the middle (and trash cans under the holes) for shrimp peels, crab shells etc.
But I can easily imagine it being totally foreign to someone from Boulder.
It’ll maybe depend on where exactly she was from. I never learned to eat any sort of crab or shellfish, even shrimp, till adulthood—and even then, mostly shelled already. It just wasn’t a thing where i grew up.
Yeah, my “really?” notwithstanding, I do get that—it’s why I specified where I’m from. Folks grow up on fish and shellfish in Eastern North Carolina. (Well, that and barbecue.)
Along the coast, some of the best hole-in-the-wall restaurants have tables with holes in the middle (and trash cans under the holes) for shrimp peels, crab shells etc.
But I can easily imagine it being totally foreign to someone from Boulder.
When wife and I lived in Mississippi, the neighbors beside us and across the street were Creole. Many times, either one of them would invite us over for boiled shrimp. I remember them fondly.
'Fingers made before a fork' as they say at home. There are definitely foods I would eat with my hands - besides obviously toast, sandwiches, rolls etc. Chicken wings, anything with a gnawable bone, like lamb chops, shell-on shellfish (don't see how you can eat mussels with a knife and fork), anything involving dips.
And yes, electric knife sharpener a must.
When I was based in Kenya I learned (at a whole new level!) to eat with my hands when visiting people. The meal always started with hand washing.
Then if the meal involved rice (which it often did) usually you'd be given a spoon to eat with but if the carb content was Ugali (maize meal) you would tear it into small pieces and use it as an edible spoon with whatever stew accompanied it.
My Kenyan friends were convinced that food tastes different if you use your hands and I'd agree with that.
When her 'foster' sister visited from the states with a friend we had a picnic that included prawns (shrimp) . The friend was completely unused to shelling and eating cooked prawns with her hands and joining in was too much for her.
Really? Peeling and eating cooked shrimp is a very common thing in my corner of the States (Eastern North Carolina). It was one of my parents’ favorite things to do when they were having good friends over for supper, because the time need to peel the shrimp could be used for conversation.
When I was in that part of the world it was one of those things I found most convivial
My parents were avid vegetable gardeners. A freshly picked garden tomato cut into sections and salted was a wonderful summer snack throughout my childhood. It saddens me every summer, now, that I can't cultivate a successful vegetable garden because of the overwhelming shadiness of our yard/lot.
I feel your pain The-Riv - my parents were Market Gardeners and produced stuff of such quality that I've never even come close to getting. Tomatoes and strawberries in particular.
My parents were avid vegetable gardeners. A freshly picked garden tomato cut into sections and salted was a wonderful summer snack throughout my childhood.
Similar; when I visited as a child my grandfather would give me a bowl of chopped tomato sprinkled with sugar as a dessert.
Eating with hands is fine for me. Sticky or saucy stuff getting on them isn't.
In my experience it’s the norm that when something like peeling shrimp is part of the dining experience, some means of regularly cleaning hands is on the table.
Eating with hands is fine for me. Sticky or saucy stuff getting on them isn't.
In my experience it’s the norm that when something like peeling shrimp is part of the dining experience, some means of regularly cleaning hands is on the table.
Eating with hands is fine for me. Sticky or saucy stuff getting on them isn't.
In my experience it’s the norm that when something like peeling shrimp is part of the dining experience, some means of regularly cleaning hands is on the table.
Finger bowls were once the thing.
Typically pre-packed towelettes in restaurants here.
Eating with hands is fine for me. Sticky or saucy stuff getting on them isn't.
In my experience it’s the norm that when something like peeling shrimp is part of the dining experience, some means of regularly cleaning hands is on the table.
Finger bowls were once the thing.
Typically pre-packed towelettes in restaurants here.
Do you remember the brand Wet-Nap? It had a nice lemon scent…
Eating with hands is fine for me. Sticky or saucy stuff getting on them isn't.
In my experience it’s the norm that when something like peeling shrimp is part of the dining experience, some means of regularly cleaning hands is on the table.
Finger bowls were once the thing.
Typically pre-packed towelettes in restaurants here.
Do you remember the brand Wet-Nap? It had a nice lemon scent…
I do, and I’m afraid I hated the scent. I want things like that to be unscented.
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When her 'foster' sister visited from the states with a friend we had a picnic that included prawns (shrimp) . The friend was completely unused to shelling and eating cooked prawns with her hands and joining in was too much for her.
Along the coast, some of the best hole-in-the-wall restaurants have tables with holes in the middle (and trash cans under the holes) for shrimp peels, crab shells etc.
But I can easily imagine it being totally foreign to someone from Boulder.
When wife and I lived in Mississippi, the neighbors beside us and across the street were Creole. Many times, either one of them would invite us over for boiled shrimp. I remember them fondly.
When I was based in Kenya I learned (at a whole new level!) to eat with my hands when visiting people. The meal always started with hand washing.
Then if the meal involved rice (which it often did) usually you'd be given a spoon to eat with but if the carb content was Ugali (maize meal) you would tear it into small pieces and use it as an edible spoon with whatever stew accompanied it.
My Kenyan friends were convinced that food tastes different if you use your hands and I'd agree with that.
When I was in that part of the world it was one of those things I found most convivial
My parents were avid vegetable gardeners. A freshly picked garden tomato cut into sections and salted was a wonderful summer snack throughout my childhood. It saddens me every summer, now, that I can't cultivate a successful vegetable garden because of the overwhelming shadiness of our yard/lot.
Similar; when I visited as a child my grandfather would give me a bowl of chopped tomato sprinkled with sugar as a dessert.
Yes! The taste is fine, but pulling legs off before you eat it - ick.
Do you remember the brand Wet-Nap? It had a nice lemon scent…
Do you remember the brand Wet-Nap? It had a nice lemon scent…[/quote]
I never wipe by bottom with anything else.
using my right hand, of course.
Do you remember the brand Wet-Nap? It had a nice lemon scent…[/quote]
I never wipe by bottom with anything else.
using my right hand, of course.
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The Wet-Naps from back in the day were tiny though…