It appears to be mantis shrimp season, though I know little about these creatures other than that some of them pack a mean punch— seriously, these crustaceans actually smash their prey with their praying mantis-like limbs at a speed of around 50 mph. We came upon a heap of the non-punching variety at a market and thought about making a meal out of them to accompany the bundle of salicornia in the fridge.
I ignored Pedro's warnings about the sharpness of the shrimps' spines, and foolishly placed the bag on the back seat of the car. This is why our car now smells like turtle food, and has been renamed The Krill Mobile. Fortunately the freezing temperatures have helped with the stench, which refuses to come out.
Everything goes with garlic. I bought this beautiful bundle from the school lunch lady, who is now my official garlic dealer.
