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Thursday, March 7, 2013

Oh, no! Not Drunken Scampi



   
Hubby has left the building. Because? There is someone cooking shrimp--and just the mention of shellfish, lobster, crabs (especially), frog legs, bass or crawdads sends him running. Not, mind you, that he is allergic to said swimmers of the sea. He just hates anything of the fish sort. That's OK. More for me.

To try and redeem this dish as a 'not on my diet' calorie-ridden meal, I have lightly sauteed the little shrimpsters in olive oil/butter. I served (myself) the scampi over low-carb spaghetti to further reduce the calories. You will be pleasantly surprised at the subtle sweetness left from the wine cooler reduction. It's delish.



Oh, no! Not Drunken Scampi

If cooking pasta or rice, prepare according to package directions. Set aside and keep warm.

1-1.5 lbs peeled shrimp--I'm using thawed salad shrimp, tails removed
2 TBSP olive oil
2-3 garlic cloves, chopped
2 TBSP butter/divided
1-2 tsp Old Bay Blackened Seasoning

1/2 bottle Seagram's Fuzzy Navel Wine Cooler


Rinse shrimp and dry well.
Heat 2 TBSP olive oil , 1 TBSP butter and garlic in skillet. When garlic begins to soften, add shrimp, sprinkle Old Bay (generously) and stir for 3-4 minutes until cooked through. Do not overcook shrimp. It only takes a couple of minutes on each side to be done.

Remove shrimp to bowl and keep warm while you make Drunken Sauce.

In same skillet with leftover juices, butter and garlic, pour in 1/2 bottle of the wine cooler. Turn heat to high and let cook for approximately 5 minutes or until reduced to about 1/4 cup of thickened, delicious sauce.  Stir in 1 TBSP butter until melted.

Place pasta in bowl, top with shrimp and pour sauce over all. Slice fresh tomatoes for garnish.  Pour the rest of the wine cooler in a glass and pretend you are somewhere on a beach with Jimmy Buffet singing "Cheeseburger in Paradise".




When I got through cooking and eating, opening the windows and disenfecting all surfaces in the far-reaching kitchen corners that harbor that deadly shrimp odeur, Hubby amazingly returned just in time for a good ole Sabrett Yankee hot dog.  He just doesn't know what he's missing.

Bon crevette!


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