Everything is Better with Shrimp

As I sit here enjoying my hastily thrown-together meal, I can't help but think that every meal I eat is better served with the delicious fishy morsels known as shrimp.

                                                           

Let me explain. I adore shrimp. How or why such an ugly sea-bug could become so full of uniquely awesome flavour is beyond me, but I honestly don't much care. Shrimp are awesome, and I love them. (Well, eating them.)

Unfortunately here in Newfoundland, the little pink caridea are expensive, and after starting school --again--, moving out to town with a desperate need to buy furniture and a great job that doesn't pay so "great", I thought I wouln't see shrimp for a long, long time. In Japan, where I had been living until very recently, shrimp were bountiful. I bought a bag every week. I snuck them into most of my dinners.

Recently, after being moved out for about a month, I decided that I had eaten one too many bowls of cereal for dinner, too many pre-ready pasta packets, and the food in my life had simply become bleak. I was eating to survive, and not to enjoy, and while there are a good many who must do this day to day, I not had not yet needed to reach that point. Far from it. But things had obviously changed  since I got back. I wasn't making the money I had gotten used to in Japan, my living conditions were again, different.

That's when I came into a package of shrimp. My boyfriend thought (as did I) that my eating habits were lacking nutrition, so he was generous enough to take me grocery shopping. I picked out a hefty bag of shrimp from Wal-Mart. He let me buy the shrimp :) . And then the shrimp sat in my freezer.

Has the word "shrimp" lost all meaning yet? shrimpshrimpshrimpshrimp

Anyway! I eyed the shrimp in the freezer for at least a week, thinking that I'd save it for a big meal someday, and continued eating my packets and cereal, bumming meals and groceries where I could. Until I finally (thankfully) snapped out of it -- the shrimp didn't need to be saved. I needed to be saved from my eating habits, from my poor, poor-student pity party I was throwing. I am a grown woman, with a good life in a great country. My living conditions are different, but they're as awesome as I could hope for! I'm not making all the money I was, but I did save a chunk of  it for just this point in my life. And, I had a bag of shrimp in my freezer.

That's how I came to the conclusion that everything is better with shrimp.

                                                       

New Blog. Hooray!

These past three years have been amazing to say the least, but at the end of my days I'd come home feeling happy about my job, but without an ounce of energy or motivation to write.

 However, after discovering upon returning home that I haven't been seriously going after my goals, I've finally decided to be A Writer (A title. I'm drawing up the business cards presently). I will accept all responsibilities therein. So I figured I'd give this blog thing another shot.

 This is my fancy, new, (and as writer-y looking as I could make it) blog for super-short stories: Submachine Stories I'm going to try to post there at least once a week. Ah, but what will I do with this lovely blog here? For now I'll keep it for life updates, writing things that aren't stories, and maybe even reflections on the stuff thatI've written. We shall see.

 So if you are so inclined, check it out. As always, thanks for reading!