“Bachelor” nights are when I like to cook. That's when Fusilli is out of town, and I'm left to fend for myself. She doesn't understand why I don't cook more when she's around, which is fair, but perfectly logical from my perspective. Her food tastes better than mine.
This shrimp salad was quite good, but I think sloppy is an accurate description. The avocado was very soft, and it didn't hold up to my tossing. The shrimp were wild, and I do mean wild. I added an entire red chili, hoping to add some heat, but I didn't get any. I tossed it with lots of lime juice, zest and olive oil.
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