Who would've suspected shrimp cocktail can reveal personality?
Meet my husband, left-brained engineer:
- Neat
- Orderly
- Precise
- Linear
- Calculated
Meet me, right-brained writer:
- Messy
- Cluttered
- Unconfined
- Careless
- Unbound by convention
He bit the shrimp to the point the shell stopped; I split the tail and got every morsel.
Unexpectedly, we found ourselves in Atlanta just in time for dinner and decided to try a restaurant we've heard great things about but never before had opportunity to try–Pappadeaux, deliciously exceeding our already-hopeful expectation!
As we enjoyed quiet conversation in a cozy corner overlooking a lush, verdant view, I looked down and noticed our appetizer plates…and, smiling, said a silent prayer of thanks to have a camera in my phone.
There we were in pinkish, translucent shells, the resemblance uncanny. "Reading" shrimp…one step up from Tarot cards, I guess.
Go figure…;)
Ha! We’ve observed this before with corn-on-the-cob! Everyone seems to have their own ‘style’ when it comes to eating it…and the cob’s appearance when someone’s finished tells a lot about the person!
What an interesting observation – and how true! I think you are on to something…
That is so cool! I squeeze the shrimp out of the tail so I get every morsel, then I just throw the tails down. I’m sure I’m more right brained than left 🙂
What a fun way to analyze personalities! I’ll have to remember this. (And remember my camera) Hugs!
So true 😉
mine would still be in the kitchen, unordered.
what does that tell you about me?
That is so funny! Exactly how my husband and I would have done things.
Pappadeaux. Mmmmm!
You need to try their sister restaurant, Pappasitos, for Mexican. In my opinion it’s even better! MMMMMMMM!
Funny how our quirks surface in all kinds off odd ways. Like shrimp tails.
I love this…
I can’t help but lovingly chuckle at the mental image of what the plates would look like if it was my husband and I. They’d both be empty. He abhors seafood, and I eat shrimp whole, tail shell and all. Can we possibly be more opposite?
You know what’s missing? Pools of garlic butter. Mmmmm.
Interesting observations!!
Great, now I’m going to have to pay attention to how I eat my shrimp! I do know that I never leave a morsel unless it is too tough to get out, so my plate probably looks like yours!
How interesting. Scott and I are actually the other way around. I would line my shrimp tales up like your husband did. Scott would throw them on his plate real messy.
Very clever and probably pretty similar to how the hubby and I would have tackled those yummy treats. Cheers to recognizing and celebrating the differences!!!
It’s funny how often we don’t notice our little quirks until someone else points them out. I eat my shrimp like you– tearing the tail to get all of it– but line them up like your husband. When I eat crawfish, I line up the heads so the little eyes are not looking at me…