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.
woo-hoo for grilling season finally being here! Fantastic title, no apologies needed.
I see good beer still hasn’t been legalized in SC. …one day…one day.
and the word couple can totally mean more than two.
I can’t believe you were in South Carolina and went to a grocery store NOT called Piggly Wiggly. Sad, sad, sad.
couple only means few when you’re being questioned by a cop
Thank g-d someone mentioned piggly wiggly, the best worst chain, next to Winn Dixie, in the south.
The weekend didn’t revolved around the quality of the beer, rather the sheer quantity we drank. I’m not one to brag about the amount of beer I drink, but 7 of us drank at least 6 cases of beer at the house alone, not to mention the amount of booze at the local sports bar Spencer’Z.
I actually have the seasoning we used on the shrimp, but haven’t tried to steam shrimp in it yet. I would imagine it’s much milder.
I live for “I drank how much? Wait, how much? Seriously? Damn. No wonder I said those terrible things.” moments.