Friday night came and went like the first night sailors come back to land. After serving my mom's shrimp boil recipe we were quickly off to the races. One thing that I learned on Friday is that measurements on the ship are commonly measured in cigarettes and coffee cans, so I'll be using these to convey the recipe:
Here's what you need:
1 coffee can shrimp
1 coffee can hot Italian sausage (and don't let your Portuguese friend say you prefer Italian for this recipe)
1/2 coffee can quartered sweet onions
1/2 coffee can lil red potatoes
1 coffee can corn on the cob cut in halves
More Old Bay seasoning than you'd think
Here's what you do:
1. Bring about a gallon of water to a boil in a large pot.
2. Put in the potatoes and corn onions.
3. After about 2 cigarettes, add the sausage and Old Bay. The amount of Old Bay needed depends on the spice of the sausage and your liking to the good gad's best spice on earth.
4. After about 3-4 cigarettes take out one of the sausages and cut it in half to see if it's cooked through. If it's not, smoke another one and check again. Repeat.
5. Once the sausage is cooked through, add the shrimp and you wont even have time to smoke a whole square before they're done. Take the pot off the stove. Serve with crusty bread to dip in the broth.
Later on in the night we were able to mount my ceremonial whale. Ever since moving here I had been on a mission to find a whale to mount in my shanty. All the other cute shanties seem to have one, and I had been searching for so long for one of my own that I was beginning to think it was some of rite of passage where you've got to carve your own whale to be a Codder. Luckily, one of my family friends realized the magnitude of the issue while visiting, and sent me one for my birthday (thank you Julie!). The Friday night shrimp boil crew helped choose the placement of this sacred mammal.
Another gift of the night was realizing that someone actually ate a bar egg. I like to have these on hand for bets. Whenever you find yourself in a situation when your friend is being stubbornly wrong about something, you bet a bar egg. The argument is always instantly over. However, this night the once hermetically sealed jar was opened and one was missing...