NO SUCH LUNCH
The taste is similar to dirt. Salty dirty as if licking your hands
after playing softball. The thing is...you can't digest shrimp. Every bit
of shrimp you've ever eaten, lives out the rest of it's natural life
deep within you. Some people eat them at weddings only, and thereby have a
much lower shrimp count. I'm sure you chew them up too, but shrimp are
anolicabezian. That is, they can regrow lost heads from headless
bodies. Cut one shrimp in half, you get two. "But I cook them!" I can feel
you saying to yourself. Doesn't matter. Beastly things they are, and you
probably are home to hundreds, but they can help you in a pinch. If you
ever need shrimp (not for eating, you can't digest them remember?) you
can lure them out of your body with a saucer of milk placed at either
end of your digestive system. It's a neat trick, but of little value,
and somewhat objectionable to most dinner parties. Regardless, my last (hopefully!) shrimp was released in July of 2006. His name was Smokey and I think he's in New Mexico now, in a
Brazilian souvenir shop owner.
