Things said or done do NOT get lived down in my family, and the title of this blog is no exception - I said it when I was about 5 (?) years old at Sea World when I was scared to get my picture taken with a fake Shamu. I thought he was a shark. At least that's what I hear the story is, I have no recollection of it because I was SO YOUNG. Yet still unable to live it down. At Christmas, ask me what a "lote-bulb" is, I haven't lived that down, either.
This week, though, I showed that shark what was up and bit it back in the form of dinner: shark steaks. They were at Safeway, $2.50 a pound, so I picked some up knowing how AWESOME it would be to eat shark. And it really was - I grilled 'em up and served them with grilled zuccini and grilled nectarines (yumm-o-licious). That was our fun culinary adventure for the week.
On our little grill
On our dinner plates!
4 comments:
I'll bet some shark, somewhere, is saying, "No! Kirsta! Bite me!" And, by the way, it's not that we don't let you live things down; it's that we live them up, forever and ever. After all, these are the joys that garnish our lives.
You're a braver soul than I.
Looks delicious!
Killer whales eat people too, sometimes. Maybe YOU were the smart one and we were the fools.
Play that card.
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