I’ve had my fill of shrimp dip…

My  sister makes a great shrimp  dip.  She brought a bucket of her crowd-pleasing shrimp dip to my party and now she wants to leave.  She wants me to keep the left over shrimp dip but she wants her tupperware.   She wants me to drop everything and search the cupboards for a bowl for her shrimp dip.

I do not want the shrimp dip because the vacation house does not have a garbage disposal.  I know this shrimp dip is going to end up in the garbage.  I do not care how good this shrimp dip is, we’ve all had enough bloody dip.  Just because we are vacationing  on the ocean does not mean we want to smell rotting shrimp dip all week.

“No, that’s okay”, I say, “You take it. We’ve got a lot of food already.”

My sister insists I keep the shrimp dip.   “I can’t bring it home.  I’ll eat it.”

My sister seems to be implying that if she eats the shrimp dip, she’ll get fat, but if she leaves it here and we eat it, no one will get fat. Apparently, this excellent shrimp dip becomes magically void of calories when left behind.

“You  know what, I can’t seem to find a bowl.”, I say.

“Found one!”, she yells, waving a cereal bowl over her head.

“But I don’t have any Saran Wrap.”, I say, “Just take it with you, honestly, it’s so nice of you but we have plenty of food.”

“Oh.  I think you could just leave it uncovered in the fridge until you get some.”, she says.

“No, it might spill.  Better you should take it with you.”

“Oh, look!”, she says, “See this plate?  I’m going to put the plate over the bowl, and then I’m going to put the bowl in the crisper, that way  no one will knock it over by mistake.  Problem  solved!”

“Okay.”  I sigh, resigned to shrimp dip smelliness, as the voice inside my head screams, “For the love of Pete, I don’t want your fucking shrimp dip!  Why come you cannot hear me?”

“I just know how much everyone loves this dip.”, my sister says, oblivious or triumphant, I can’t tell.  “In fact, let me write down the recipe for you.  Do you have any paper?  And a pen?”

I’d share the recipe but I seem to have misplaced it.

Chicken  out

  5 comments for “I’ve had my fill of shrimp dip…

  1. August 19, 2014 at 3:24 pm

    Ah yes, my mom does the same thing with pie. Except pie doesn't stink when you put it in the garbage. Because pie never gets put in the garbage, not in this house anyhow. I don't care how many pie calories it has.

    Uh … seems I drifted from the point. The point being, did you eat the shrimp dip after all? No, that's not the point. The point is, I sympathize with you. Actually, I very much sympathize about the smell. We hosted a lobster party for years for my husband's office co-workers. There were a LOT of shells, etc. left over. And garbage was only picked up every second week. And there were raccoons (it was at our cottage). One year we picked up those lobster shells a half a dozen times after the initial bagging. Man, those things smelled bad! So I get it.

    Maybe next time you should mail the leftovers to your sister.


  2. August 19, 2014 at 11:44 pm

    Could you maybe incorporate it into another meal? Say, as part of an omelet or a taco?

    -Doug in Oakland


  3. August 19, 2014 at 11:52 pm

    Well, Pie is a totally different animal. Your mother can leave pie at my house anytime. No, we didn't eat the shrimp dip. It got tossed after spilling all over the crisper drawer. Luckily, it was closer to the end of the week. Yeah, lobsters…I don't cook them for that very reason. I buy the cooked meat and make lobster salad. But that's really because I can't stand to cook the poor things, much as I love to eat them.


  4. August 19, 2014 at 11:54 pm

    Can you imagine the look on her face if I mailed her the leftovers with a little note? “Turns out everyone was full of shrimp dip. Figured you wouldn't want it to go to waste”. I wish I would have thought of that.


  5. August 19, 2014 at 11:56 pm

    Doug-I can't tell if you are kidding. Um. Maybe I could do that. Maybe a tuna casserole with shrimp sauce? What's your address? I'll send you the leftovers.


Your turn...

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

B.I. Redux

One chicken. So many roads.

Mind the Wanderings

One chicken. So many roads.

Hamlets & Hyperspace

Sci Fi & Fantasy Book Reviews

The Phil Factor

Where Sarcasm Gets Drunk and Let's Its Hair Down

Delight In Your Garden

a gardener, foodie, reader and writer

Freethinkers Anonymous

It's another story.


Come for the laughs, stay for the lunacy

Patrick Tillett

One chicken. So many roads.

jenny's lark

the beauty of an ordinary life

Momentum of Joy

Spirituality, Reality, & Everything In Between

Object Relations

"A Word of Substance"


A blog full of humorous and poignant observations.

Wishbone Soup Cures Everything

One chicken. So many roads.

I'm Sick and So Are You

Observations on life with a rare disease

The Way I Sew It

One chicken. So many roads.

Cup on the Bus

One chicken. So many roads.

idioglossia: the blog

Be open, be free, a space for anything unsaid and unsayable.

Think Stew

One chicken. So many roads.

Procrastinating Donkey

One chicken. So many roads.


“Everyone who is seriously involved in the pursuit of science becomes convinced that some spirit is manifest in the laws of the universe, one that is vastly superior to that of man.” - Albert Einstein

Trainride Of The Enigmas

One chicken. So many roads.

Genial Misanthrope

One chicken. So many roads.

The AC is On

One chicken. So many roads.

%d bloggers like this: