That's what I kept telling my kids as they were growing up. It was so hard to prepare anything that everyone was happy with, and some things were guaranteed to generate squawks from just about everybody. I dreamt of pizzas with onions, black olives, and mushrooms, seafood of almost any description, anchovies, asparagus, and artichokes, capers and, well, you get the idea.
Grown-up food.
As threatened, I had some fun this weekend. Fettucine Alfredo with shrimps and mushrooms and partially disguised as pasta primavera with zucchini and yellow bell peppers and broccoli. To swoon over.
It was, however, my first experience using raw shrimp in the shell, and I realized once they were in the pan with the onions and garlic, that I had only partially shelled them. I had to pick every single one out, let them cool, and remove the rest of the shell. You experienced shrimp cooks can stop laughing now.
We still had a lot of fun eating it and hubby managed, for once, not to get any errant bits of shell in his helping.
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