Here in the South it's shrimp season pretty much all year long. I'm ashamed to admit, though, that despite my years growing up here, shrimp and I never really had a chance to get acquainted.
That is, until I met a certain Southern gentleman and he and I decided to get married and settle down.
I remember one summer visit with our families when the aforementioned Southern gentleman and I were just engaged.
How does one have a garden without tomatoes? Tomatoes are a staple in every garden's summer bounty, right?
Well, not ours.
I may be queen in my kitchen, but the garden is one area that is outside my domain. It's not that I have a "black thumb." Or that I don't enjoy gardening. It's just that my husband has taken complete ownership of it. The garden is his realm. And it happens to be one of his favorite hobbies.
At our house morning menus are fairly routine. We're big fans of eggs and lovers of oatmeal; quick and simple. Once or twice a week we shake things up and have a more carb-heavy breakfast of pancakes, waffles, muffins or coffee cake. Mmm.
A couple of months ago, when the weather was still cold, I experimented with a hearty breakfast cake recipe in an attempt to find a way to use up a few bags of $0.99 organic cranberries I had snagged at the grocery. Feeling a bit daring, I tossed some dried nettle into the batter, too. As I slid the pan into the oven I thought, "Nettle? Really? What have I done?!"
There's no other experience (besides being in labor, perhaps) that calls for insane amounts of energy and stamina like the entire process of moving.
This would be our third move in over three years, and this time, I knew what to expect. Through the month of March, I set to work packing, armed with adequate rest, a daily dose of cod liver oil, and... nettle chai tea.