A big shrimp at the Aransas Pass Shrimporee
And the gratuitous photos just keep coming. This is the last post in the “wanna be like Playboy” series of photos with little or no storyline (don’t pretend you don’t know what I’m talking about), finishing off my time on the Texas Gulf Coast.
Aransas Pass Shrimporee – A festival about shrimp.
The Aransas Pass Shrimporee festival has shrimp, like the Fulton Oysterfest has oysters. Yup, that’s how they name the festivals around here.
Despite how it may look, I am NOT pregnant. (That would require having had sex recently.) The wind caught my dress. When that happened to Marilyn Monroe, it looked sexy. When it happens to me, I look pregnant.
Ok, now I’m all caught up to my current locale in Texas Hill Country and that’s the last of the mostly-photos posts.
Big shrimp is oxymoron, isn’t it?
Yes, the big shrimp was one. Not the oxy part, though.
What happens if you lick ’em?
Never quite thought of eating them like that. Is that a cat thing? They’re tasty when battered and rolled in coconut and then dipped in a marmalade-chili sauce. Mmmmm!
They really need to set a hot-tub full of cocktail sauce right there beside the giant shrimp.
Ooooh, hot tub! I haven’t seen a (working) one in probably six months? Maybe longer? I’d sit in any kind right now, even one with hot sauce in it! Except that gross hot springs in Slab City (that’d be the one with the dead bodies).
I can relate to the unfairness when something is sexy for a famous person and not for me. It’s like when Sting sings “I’ll be watching you. . .” it’s considered romantic. If I sing it, I’m facing a stalking charge.
AHAHAAA! That’s a good one!
(I think my commenters are funnier than I am.)
I am having a funnel cake flash back, YUM!
If that was easy to make, I’d eat it all the time! Hey, maybe you should put a funnel cake recipe on your blog?!