There is an ancient curse – May Your Days Be Interesting

Well, the past 24 hours have been interesting. First of all, yesterday was my birthday.  The least interesting part. It was also a full moon.  On the bay of the Gulf of Mexico. Unfortunately, as I was shooting this picture out the open door of the trailer, Allie ran out the door and under the RV next door.  Immediately, The Bearded One and I ran after her…in our slippers…one on each side of the stranger’s RV.  We called her and watched for her.  No sign of her.  She had slipped out in the dark to the beach.  Picture two folks too old to be doing so, chasing a cat on the beach in their slippers.  Sad but funny.  We caught her and returned to the trailer. After which followed a gloriously uneventful number of hours. We followed our usual slow morning routine then went into town for a paper and some supplies.  We also stopped for some propane and The Bearded One suggested that we go through the little antique shop across the street.  We did, he bought a fishing book for a dollar, she gave us some ideas for side trips in the area, and we returned to the truck. As we pulled out there was a CLUNK as if we were stuck on something and suddenly released.  The truck was making soft squishy noises as if something was dragging on something. We stopped.  No sign of trouble around, under the truck or under the hood.  We proceeded back to the trailer stopping only at the Fishmonger who now not only recognizes us but can identified what we bought yesterday! Then back to the RV park.  The Bearded One noted as he slowed to turn into the park that the brake pedal was almost to the floor when he turned in.  Sigh. He decided, wisely, that we needed to have someone look at the truck.  Uh, who is a mechanic of worth in the area?  The RV park maintenance guy (heck, maybe the owner) looked over the truck (he had been a mechanic in a past life) and suggested a mechanic in the area.  The Bearded One (again, wisely in my estimation) decided that driving the truck with faulty brakes might be a bad idea so the truck was towed to the mechanic.  Hopefully, we will hear something not to painful tomorrow. It could be worse.  We could be towing the trailer and be on the side of the road somewhere.  Instead, we are in an RV park and full food and fuel provisions.  We have a beautiful view and were not planning on leaving for two weeks. Assume the position and smile. We had Shrimp Bisque for dinner.  May I say, MAJOR YUMMMMM.  Shrimp broth is terrific. I was thinking that the shrimp meat in the soup would be the star, but no the broth was the treat!

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Yield: 6 servings (serving size: 1 1/4 cups)


  • 2  pounds  unpeeled large shrimp
  • 1 1/2 c corn kernels
  • 5  cups  shrimp stock
  • 1  tablespoon  butter
  • 2  tablespoons  tomato paste
  • 1/4  cup  dry sherry
  • 3  tablespoons  all-purpose flour
  • 1 1/4  teaspoons  salt
  • 1/4  teaspoon  white pepper
  • 1  cup  milk


Peel and devein shrimp, reserving shells. Coarsely chop shrimp. Cover shrimp and chill.

Melt butter in a large nonstick skillet over medium heat. Add corn kernels; cook 2 minutes, stirring frequently. Add tomato paste; cook 2 minutes, stirring frequently. Combine sherry and flour, stirring with a whisk to form a slurry. Add slurry to pan; cook 1 minute, stirring constantly. Add shrimp stock, salt, and pepper; bring to a simmer. Cook 4 minutes or until bisque starts to thicken, stirring frequently. Add shrimp; cook 3 minutes or until shrimp are done. Stir in milk; serve immediately.

About Retired woman

retired, dealing with parents recent deaths, wondering what lies ahead with the health of my spouse, overall enjoying each day, love cooking, gardening, travel, Grandsons, family, small town life
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