if ever i forget i’m single, my fish man will remind me.
yes, i have a fish man. doesn’t everyone? i have a barista too. sarah. but that’s another story for another cosmo.
scott is his name, my fish man.
every sunday i wander up to to the fish counter and decide what i want for the week. he lights up like a girl in front of tiffany’s; he’s always so happy to see me. and while i’m sure he’s like that to everyone, i pretend it’s just for me. because a girl’s gotta take what she can get.
and then this ensues. every.single.time.
“can i get one salmon, scott?”
“just one honey?”
“yes scott, just one.”
“ok – they’re on sale, so you could get two in case it’s for more than just you.”
scott – if you ask me one more time whether i want one fish or two, i’m going vegan. if only to avoid having to disappoint you every sunday with the fact that, yes – i’m still just buying for one.
i can’t wait to walk in there and say “TWO SCOTT. I’LL TAKE TWO SALMON.”
it’ll be interesting to see who’s more excited about it; my dad or scott.
so once scott has recovered from my lack of tinder boyfriends and match mishaps, we talk fish. he tells me about new recipes and new marinades, and i do the same. i’ve picked-up some awesome dishes from my conversations with scott – plus, i just like him. (he’s old and married mom, so no i’m not going to date him nor is he interested in me).
i get the habit of talking to people like scott from my mom. she knows everyone. and their grandmother. you can’t walk in anywhere without her knowing someone. she just likes people; and knowing people. like the bakery women at scotts (wait, you might not have a scott’s. it’s a grocery store. ironically. lots of scotts in this post. you should go, they sell the foodgasm of all – seyferts classic bbq potato chips, amen), and the men at the furniture store and the women at the dry cleaners.
so much so that the woman from walgreens who would help her when we were little and she came running into the store at 11 pm because one of us had a fever – was invited to my sisters wedding. i swear to pete. i can’t make this stuff up. not to mention the woman from the department store…..
so it’s in my dna to make friends with a fish man and a barista. they’re good people and i’ve learned things from them. plus, it somehow makes the city feel less lonely when you have your usual spots with familiar faces.
scott was pretty pumped i was buying shrimp this weekend. it’s not in my usual repertoire. i was excited too. i had been craving shrimp and pasta and so it was going to be the perfect marriage of my hankerings.
growing up i wasn’t a big fan of saucy pasta. i’m still not really. all the flavor just drowns in the sauce, to me. my favorite pasta was always a linguine with broccoli and olive oil. now i want that. so many carbs and i want them all.
this one is in that family. it’s light. it has enough flavor but lets you enjoy every flavor. the chives and the lemon complement the shrimp and make this little bit of magic on a plate.
- Kosher salt
- 1/4 lb pasta (ugh, pasta is so hard to measure)
- 1 lemon, quartered
- about 1/3 lb shrimp, peeled and deveined
- salt and fresh ground pepper to taste
- 1 tbls butter
- 1 large clove garlic, minced (about 1/2 tbl)
- 1/4 tsp. crushed red pepper flakes (and 1/8th if you can’t handle the heat, but i’m judging you if you only do 1/8th)
- 1/4 cup dry white wine – or 1/2….then some in a glass, as a taste test…
- 1 tbl chives, sliced and diced
- cook the linguine as directed on the box. drain, but keep about 1/2 cup of water.
- while that cooks, grate about 1 tsp lemon zest and 1 tbl lemon juice.
- in a large skillet (you’re going to add the pasta in a minute), melt butter over medium high heat. add garlic and crushed red peppers until garlic starts to brown. add the shrimp, cook until opaque – about 2 minutes on each side. add the wine and lemon juice, bring to a boil then cook until reduced, about 2 minutes.
- to the skillet, add the pasta, 1/4 cup water until the water looks creamy.
- remove from heat, add chives and lemon juice, salt and pepper to taste and toss.
- bon appétit!