I'm not generally a profane person, but
a. Kenny Shopsin is, and I spent three hours last night rereading his fantastically entertaining book.
b. He ruined my coleslaw.
I halfway rescued the coleslaw by adding more cabbage and gobs more mayonnaise, then moved on to the Gulf Pride sandwiches. (That picture up top? Intentionally ugly a la Eat Me, which is full of grubby snapshots, food-styling courtesy of a chimp. Which I kind of love.)
The Gulf Pride sandwiches involve cheesy garlic bread (incredibly delicious)
topped with spicy shrimp
plus chunks of avocado. Tasty, but not as tasty as my fried-green tomato sandwich. I'm just saying.
But here's the kicker. I had a few big glasses of red wine last night and what with the wine and the supersalty coleslaw, I woke up at midnight with a bit of a thirst.
So, I made one of Shopsin's egg creams. Drank it down. Made another. Worth the price of the book.