Category: Appetizers

Chipotle-Honey Chorizo and Beef Burgers

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  Chipotle-Honey Chorizo and Beef Burgers We are serving up game day eats this week.  And… Read more

Queso Fundido

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Queso Fundido   An appetizer of melted cheese spiked with tequila and overflowing with chorizo, poblanos and tomato.… Read more

Easy Huaraches with Maseca

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Huaraches Today we talk game day eats, Huaraches! We are testing recipes for our Super Bowl Fiesta… Read more

Hominy Quesadillas

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  Hominy Quesadillas   Dinner at our house is major.  Breakfast is usually on the… Read more

Chicharrón En Salsa Verde

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Chicharrón En Salsa Verde   In the last month I have prepared, devoured and enjoyed chicharrón… Read more

Cheesy Refried Beans

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    Cheesy Refried Beans The final days until Christmas are here!! I find myself… Read more

Homemade Corn Tortillas for the Holidays with Maseca

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Homemade Corn Tortillas in the kitchen with Maseca for a holiday tortilla. My mom makes… Read more

Homesick Texan Cookbook ~ Fried Shrimp

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  I was raised in Aransas Pass, Texas along the Gulf Coast.   Home of the Shrimporee. … Read more

 

I was raised in Aransas Pass, Texas along the Gulf Coast.   Home of the Shrimporee.  Home to great fishing, a quick ferry ride to Port Aransas and shrimp.

My mother spent her summer vacation from the local school working at Gulf King Seafood Company.  Summer time meant shrimp.  Extra hours meant extra money, so many of the local women from town worked through the summer for extra money.

She would leave home about 3am to spend her day sorting, cleaning and deveining shrimp.  We rode our bikes up and down the street every day at the same time waiting for her to come home.

Two women cloaked in white, with white rubber boots.  She would walk home with our next door neighbor talking, laughing and discussing the day.

On occasion she would bring home butterflied battered shrimp in white boxes with the name Gulf King stamped in black.

After long days of standing over fresh shrimp I couldn’t imagine she even craved shrimp for dinner.  Not once in those summer days did I ever see her eat a single shrimp. (more…)