If you like old school dishes, this one’s for you. No matter how old you are, shrimp cocktail might still sound like something your parents had before their dinner at the steakhouse or maybe mom even made them for starters for Thanksgiving one year. (Is there anything easier or more fun?) I loved making this. It was simple, fast, fun, and I made it just for me; the recipe — if you can call it that — is perfect to cut down for one or two. I had to choose a dish that was so simple it screamed as I nearly have no kitchen. My utensils consist of a table fork, knives, and a skinny spatula. I have a bowl and a plate. And a rimmed baking sheet. My cutting board. Nearly everything else is in the basement or packed away in the garage as we await demolition of our kitchen, which was scheduled next week. And now is put off at least a week or two while we do an asbestos abatement. Hmph. Our timeline said we’ll be done by the last week in September. You heard it here; put it on your calendars and Nah-Nah-Nah me later.
This is the main part of my one-butt kitchen, a good old galley I love. Great working triangle. I had the same cabinets in a townhouse in Germany and have always loved plastic cabinets (melamine.) Just wipe them off. Very ’80s Euro. I’m going to shed a few tears when it starts to disappear. Cabinets are going to Habitat for Humanity.