Today I made the drive home from Indiana with a mate after spending the weekend with my brothers from another Mother. Having skipped breakfast and lunch (unless you count the cookie I ingested while filling the shuttle with fuel), I arrived very hungry and in no mood to cook. Having had pizza less than 48 hours prior, delivery was out of the question. So /me busted open the freezer to see what I had lieing around. That's when I first spotted the frozen, raw, shrimp.
Skip ahead an hour and a half, multiple play throughs of my Hailstorm playlist (LAF), and a kitchen that now smells like vegitible oil, I had this to show: