This is the question I got from my 16 year old son on a recent weekend afternoon.
Mind you, the shrimp he’s referring to is a huge 2 1/2 lb. bag of shrimp in the frig’ which I was planning to make into this delicious New York Times shrimp scampi recipe for the family dinner later that night. To help you get a sense of how much food we’re talking about, there were about 60-70 large shrimp and I fully expected to have enough for dinner for all of us, plus some leftovers for the next day.
But when a 6′ 3″ basketball playing 16 year old asks you to make him some shrimp, you make him some shrimp. Right away.
So I made the 2 1/2 lbs of shrimp with some cocktail sauce, and set it out on the table in the family room where my son and husband were watching the game.
Which game I have no idea, there’s always a game on in our house. Hell, I don’t even know what sport it was. ‘Could have been football, baseball, basketball, golf; you name it, they’re watching it. Sports all blur together for me. Give me a good book or a movie, anytime. But, I digress…
I figured this shrimp would be our pre-dinner appetizer and I’d make something else for dinner a few hours later.
I went back to the kitchen to wash the dishes I’d used, which took me no more than 2 minutes. And before I could even head on over to the couch to grab a few shrimp for myself, my son was walking back over to me with the plate now filled with about 60-70 shrimp tails.
Yeah. They’d already finished them all, every last one of those suckers.
Man, can teenage boys eat.
If you’re a My Left Breast reader, you’ll know that I work from home, in an office in the bonus room over our garage which allows me to be here pretty much 24/7 for my kids, while I squeeze in client meetings and conference calls around their school day.
Every afternoon around 3:00, my son comes home from school and stands for about 5 minutes in front of the open refrigerator door, peering in there for something to eat. And he mostly likes meat. Let me tell you, that refrigerator is jam packed full of food, but he never seems to find what he’s looking for; it’s a bit maddening for this mom.
A few months ago I came to the realization that in order to keep said ever-hungry son well fed, I needed to have a lot of meat ready for him every 3-4 hours. And since I work from home, one of the simplest solutions was to throw stuff on the grill outside.
I started out naively thinking that I could grill a pack of 4 chicken breasts and it would last me a few days. Can I just say that 4 chicken breasts is a freakin’ lot of meat?
Within a few days, I realized that I was dreaming if I thought one package of chicken was going to last more than a day. The first day, he ate about half of what I had cooked that afternoon when he got home from school. Then he went to sleep for a couple of hours, got back up to go to the gym and work out, then came back home to do homework and then of course he came back downstairs to stand in front of the open refrigerator door again around 9:30 p.m., looking for more chicken. He ate some more and the container was empty.
Holy smokes, that’s a lot of chicken for one day.
In addition to the ever popular grilled chicken, I throw in a couple of steaks or a pile of shrimp to mix it up and in between that there are lots of eggs and turkey subs. It’s more protein than you can believe and it’s got to be readily available every 3 hours or so.
It’s gotten to the point where I’m at the grocery store every 3 days, stocking up on steaks, chicken, shrimp, eggs, yogurt, milk and waffles. The refrigerator is either crammed so full of food on Day 1 after I’ve shopped that none of us can find anything in there, or it’s practically empty by Day 3. Then it starts all over again and I’m back out to the store for more.
So, if you’re wondering where I am these days, I’m either in my office, on a client conference call or at the grocery store. Life can get pretty simple when you work full time and have a growing teen. But I wouldn’t have it any other way.
For the year and a half of my life when I was going through breast cancer and reconstruction, I could barely get out of bed, let alone cook and take care of my family, so there’s lots to be grateful for at our home, these days.
And, you’re welcome for my inclusion of the amazingly simple and delicious shrimp scampi recipe from the NYT here. It’s super easy and holy moly delicious.