I cooked up some shrimp tacos tonight, and my apartment still smells of garlic. While I was cooking I ran laundry on the porch and cranked up my music, sending the voice of Jim Morrison over the rooftops over my neighbors while I peeled shrimp. I maintained my tradition of having a shot of tequila while peeling the shrimp, a tradition I picked up at the Birch residence.
I sauteed the shrimp in garlic, butter, and jalapeno peppers, and then wrapped them with shredded cabbage, onions, and cheese in fried corn tortillas. I topped the whole thing with Mexican hot sauce, cracked open a Kirin beer, and ate four tacos on my patio as the sun set in the west over the smokestacks of the factories in Takasago.
I had an extra taco, so I wrapped it in foil and took it over to the yakitori for the master. He grinned and took it, saying that he’d eat it a little later. A couple of regulars were at the bar, and begged me to stay for “just one drink”, but I begged off and headed home to finish up laundry and write some e-mails. Tomorrow is a two class day, with a big Halloween party with my ESS club in the afternoon.
