Yesterday, I took Ms. Audrey to the local street market. I had my usual wednesday breakfast of champions: two slices of pizza and fresh squeezed orange juice. It is fresh 'cause you can watch them squeeze it if you get there when they need to squeeze some more.
Among other things, Ms. Audrey was drooling over the shrimp. These shrimp almost don't qualify for the name. They were about three to four inches long about as big around as your index finger. I had to convince here to buy some for herself. A half kilo (1.1 pounds) cost her a whopping 49 pesos, I know cause I paid it. That is right at $3.60 USD for a pound of shrimp!
So this evening she gets the shrimp out along with the bag of mushrooms she had bought just minutes before buying the shrimp. She sautees it all with really thick cream, butter and nutmeg. Then she brings it over to the table and proceeds to shell the little critters and slurp them down in front of me. Eventually I asked if she had thought about offering a fresh skinned one to me. She admitted that she had thought about it but the thought had gone away. Now, I had paid for it for her and convinced her to buy it! She knows I like for her to get such critter undressed for me. I like to eat them but I don't like to work that hard for my food. Well she eventually did put one and then another of them in my mouth along with chunks of mushrooms. Then she put what she didn't eat back in the fridge to marinate in the cream sauce. I know I don't dare help myself to the contents of the covered bowl in the fridge, but it sure has me thinking...
Hombre del Bosque

Sounds great. I had fried squirrel and mashed taters for supper. Not quite the jumbo shrimp but still pretty good. Best regards. Rockerhound

Vollie,
Send that marinade, shrimp and mushroom sauce recipe to Audie, or to me and Audie. Maybe I'll try it with him and we can think of you while we are eating it.
Sparks

Sounds delicious!
When I was a teenager growing up in S. California, I used to travel down into Baja California (fishing, diving & surfing). Usually just to Ensenada, but sometimes all the way to LaPaz, and one in a while catch the ferry from LaPaz to Mazatlan (now THERE is an adventure!).
Would buy fish, shrimp, abalone, lobster at the street markets.
Ya really got me missing those days.....

Volat, sounds like what ye got there is somethin' called "prawns". Don't know if it means they's a diff'rent species, er jist another way a sayin' "Muckin' Huge Shrimp!".
Real tasty soundin' recipe, but I'd a skinned 'em afore cookin'. Jist my way; ever'one got ther own way a doin' things.
Wisht I could get thet kinda price fer th' critters up here in NJ!

Deercop,
I would really like to take that Ferry ride!
Hombre del Bosque

Now brother Volat: I heard that that the Skinks is on their annual migration in your area right about now and they have been know to get inside refrigerators and eat what ever they find with no regard to whos food it is. That would be terrible if all Ms Audrey's shrimp-n-shrooms were to get et by them rascals. I know they have gotten into my 'frige a time or two. Ate some goodies my sweet wife was savin' for herself. turrible, just turrible.

All prawns are is large shrimp. There has to be a thousand species of shrimp, at least from little guys too small to see to prawns the size of dinner plates. There are some lakes up in the Cascades that are alive with fairy shrimp that are almost too small to see. The trout in those lakes have red meat and taste like salmon from eating those shrimp. I sure miss going up there to fish in the Summers. Gettin' old sucks.

I remember going up to Copper Lake on Memorial Day in '64. The inlet was still frozen and the outlet pool was about the size of a swimming pool. The three of us hauled in Goldens that were a foot and a half long as fast as we could put a #12 Adams on the water. Those guys were as rich as King Salmon. We were cleaning and cookin' 'em so fast we had to hold 'em in the pan with the lid, 'cause the heat would make 'em flop out of the fryin' pan. Now that is fresh fish! We were fryin' em in butter. That has to be one of my best memories ever. Three of us from boatbuilding school camped there at the outlet for a week eating golden trout and telling lies. We got our butts chewed when we got back to school, we were only supposed to be gone for the three day week end. Funny thing, the instructor never marked us absent when he found out why we'd been gone.

Three Hawks

I asked Ms. Audrey if she would share equally with me next time I buy her some shrimp. She replied that I had to skin them before she cooked them if I wanted any, and I'm buying! The woman is hard hearted when it comes what she likes to eat. It's good she's soft to me in other ways...
Hombre del Bosque

If ye had ta do half a tons's worth, ye'd have a problem.
Two pounds? T'aint hardly nuthin' a'tall! No more'n a half hour.
Now, if'n ye runs inta some a them Mutated Super Prawns, THEN ye'd have yerself a real problem! Them MS Prawns is real big, an' they don't take too well ta bein' skint! Tryin' ta "convince" one ta give up his shell is like wrasslin' with a griz has got too many legs!
Better watch out, Volat! I hear them MSP's is migratin' south o' th' border 'bout this time o'year!