The Grilla in Manilla
Fine, the title doesn’t really make any sense, since we were in Myrtle Beach, SC, and even less sense because we didn’t grill at 4 in the morning just so the American viewing audience could tune in. It just rhymes, ok??
A few (couple?) weeks back, I took a long weekend down to the South Carolina beach in celebration of the passing of one Jackson (Jeb, AJ) from basically married life to married life. To most attending, however, it provided an excuse to open a beer in the AM. After one long afternoon of Par 3 golf, we passed a local produce stand and decided to grill. The corn and shrimp you will see after the jump are from that stand, while the rest came from that great Southern supermarket that will never be as good as Harris Teeter, Kroger.
The shrimp were good, but probably the hottest thing in the history of the universe. Seriously, the spice we bought flat out kicked our ass. Apparently, you are supposed to steam the little critters with the seasoning in the water, not coat them like we did. I think my mouth is still scarred.
Yes, they tasted as good as they looked. If I could remember how we spiced them, I would tell you. Sorry.
Notice the large amount of uneaten shrimp.