Being from Minnesota, Fried Green Tomatoes weren’t on my list of dietary delights. We had hotdish, which is some kind of casserole the ingredients of which were limited only by the imagination. I’m sure I’ve tried as many kinds of hotdish as Bubba Blue came up with for shrimp:
- Shrimp is the fruit of the sea. You can barbecue it, boil it, broil it, bake it, saute it. There’s shrimp-kabobs, shrimp creole, shrimp gumbo. Pan fried, deep fried, stir-fried. There’s pineapple shrimp, lemon shrimp, coconut shrimp, pepper shrimp, shrimp soup, shrimp stew, shrimp salad, shrimp and potatoes, shrimp burger, shrimp sandwich. That- that’s about it.
But I’ve now had two breakfasts of Fried Green Tomatoes. Here’s the recipe my host wrote out for me. His wife is in home hospice for a while now. I spend quite a bit of time at their house:
I just picked another monster green tomato to deliver on the next visit, late as it is in the season.
Meanwhile, eggs are my kryptonite. I found three eggs splattered the length of the driveway, likely thrown at Shadow-dog by a weak arm.
I think I know who did it. He likely forgot he did it seconds after the deed was done. Harmless. It wasn’t a hot enough day to cook them on the tarmac. If they somehow remained whole, I could’ve fed them to Shadow-dog. Too bad, that. I’m sure the calcium is good for the garden along the driveway. No harm done.