mr. fix-it...fixes (a very fancy) dinner

those of you who've been around the old blogstead a while will be aware that lovely husband jeff's loveliness includes the ability (& willingness) to repair a bewildering variety of items, an affinity for tools, the happy knack of translating written instructions into lauren-friendly language, and a completely puzzling (to me) enjoyment of of cooking.* in fact, 90% of our meals are "LHJ productions" with a further 7% being takeaway, and 2.5% consisting of foraging in the fridge for haphazard edibles. very occasionally (.05%) *I* am called to microwave something. i am fairly sure even the microwave dreads this. :)

the other night LHJ decided to assay a recipe from one of the touristy mags we acquired whilst in myrtle beach. (apparently, to cooks, new recipes are like new art supplies to the crafty: alive with possibilities and excitement. go figure.) now, we eat well, in these parts, there is no denying it, but we're not what you call *fussy* folk. high-falutin' presentations are generally eschewed. so i'd never expect to see something which looks, like...say...this, to show up in front of me on a random monday night:

centerfold, coastal carolina dining summer 2009: "the shrimp issue"

...of course...i could be WRONG...

not to foment jealousy or unrest of any kind, but it actually *TASTED* even better than it looks. sorry, darlings. try to content yourself with the fact that i will never be a size eight again, ok??! :)

*at times like these, my single friends are apt to ask, "does he have a brother??" in fact he does, but said sibling is not single...and perhaps more significantly...not anything like LHJ. best to keep looking.