...Shrimp heads
...Shrimp heads
...Rolly Polly Shrimp heads
...Shrimp heads
...Shrimp heads
...eat them up...YUUUMMM
...I took a shrimp head
...To the Movies
...I didn't have to pay
...To get it in
...Shrimp heads....
...(It goes on...)
...Anyway, most of you probably heard the lame joke song.
...But, I have eaten shrimp heads. I may have told this tale before, but I don't want to go back and read all of my posts. I should probably get out a notebook, and write down all of my postings, and before I post again, look through them, and say..."Oh, I already posted about being tossed in the back of a Police Car in College while I was holding a shoebox that held $30,000...and I had not REALLY STOLEN IT...I had just PRODUCED a Rock Concert. But, the assholes who had tried to set me up to pay all of the bills, and then let them have the cash...didn't get their way. I HAD THE CASH!!!! And I got the Police to get ME the HELL away from the Hall. And I deposited ALL of it in the University account...I didn't even slip out a few $20's, although I was a starving student. I mean...it wasn't MY money.
...Anyway, back to shrimp heads.
...I love oriental food, and enjoy going to a sushi Bar and eating what they have. I had the afternoon off, depositions had been completed, and I was sitting at the sushi Bar, and eating raw salmon, and other things, and drinking sake. I was on my phone, being the 'Ugly American Bitch', people were calling me and I just had to speak to them, but...I was EATING!!!
I ordered 'sweet shrimp', and the Chef kinda smirked at me as he set a plate that had the tails, and the fried heads on it in front of me. I quickly ate the tails, and then, I gave the Chef a smile and ate the fried heads. They were very good. The Chef smiled and gave me a slight bow as he took away the empty plate.
...I had a nice meal, I didn't ask for anything, the Chef recommended other things that I should eat, he was just giving others what they ordered, but he would set a plate in front of me, and say, "Eat this, kudasai." I just sat and ate what was placed in front of me, until I was full, and finished a 3rd flask of sake.
...I carefully stood, after I paid, and left a NICE tip, and gave the Chef a deep 'Japanese Bow'...my daughter had lived in Japan for a couple years, and had shown me how woman bow. The Japanese people do bow to each other, we Westerners just wave. A bow, in Japan, says a lot, and you have to be careful how you do it. Do it wrong, and it is a taunt or an insult, do it right, and it is accepted with pleasure. I was doing my, "I respect you very much, and the food and the skill you showed was very good" bow.
...He smiled, and bowed back to me...I sensed that it was the "I appreciate that you liked my food, and you were polite" bow.
...I then left, with a full tummy...and a bit of a buzz...sake sneaks up on you. I didn't feel the first flask, and as the Japanese say, "the second flask drank the first flask, and the third flask drank me."
...I did sleep well that night.
