The weather’s been getting progressively warmer so last night we decided to do a little grilling on our tiny hibachi-sized Weber.

I was only planning to do a simple marinade for the large shrimp we had purchased but The Husband had other plans. With a gleam in his eye, he proceeded to ransack the kitchen in order to concoct Le Grand Marinade.

This included at least:
melted butter, onion powder, paprika, chile flakes, red chile oil, stone ground mustard, rice wine vinegar, brown sugar, worcestershire sauce, fish sauce, peanut & sesame oil, lemon juice and chicken bouillon.

I started getting panicky around ingredient 50, but he poo-poo-ed my concerns and kept adjusting and tasting while I worriedly sliced zucchini and skewered mushrooms.

But when we sat down to eat, I had to admit the shrimp was not bad. As a matter of fact they were delicious. By the end of the meal I was licking and sucking the empty shrimp shells trying to get at the tangy, spicy, totally addictive marinade.

Some of the mushrooms were brushed with the marinade too. Oh, they were so good!

Like most of his wild kaleidoscopic mixing sprees, it’s probably a once in a lifetime dish. After all, the ingredients and proportions would be hard enough to recreate but how do you capture the flavor of wild abandon, whimsy and inspiration?

Posted on Sunday, April 17th, 2005 at 6:05 pm . Filed under A Slice of Life, Eating In.
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