Who would've suspected shrimp cocktail can reveal personality?
Meet my husband, left-brained engineer:
- Neat
- Orderly
- Precise
- Linear
- Calculated
Meet me, right-brained writer:
- Messy
- Cluttered
- Unconfined
- Careless
- Unbound by convention
He bit the shrimp to the point the shell stopped; I split the tail and got every morsel.
Unexpectedly, we found ourselves in Atlanta just in time for dinner and decided to try a restaurant we've heard great things about but never before had opportunity to try--Pappadeaux, deliciously exceeding our already-hopeful expectation!
As we enjoyed quiet conversation in a cozy corner overlooking a lush, verdant view, I looked down and noticed our appetizer plates...and, smiling, said a silent prayer of thanks to have a camera in my phone.
There we were in pinkish, translucent shells, the resemblance uncanny. "Reading" shrimp...one step up from Tarot cards, I guess.
Go figure...;)
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