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Jan 10, 201910:51 AM
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How American Girl Dolls and Marjie’s Grill Are Unrelated Except in the Context of This Blog

Pulled from facebook.com/marjiesgrill


Last week, my wife gave me an American Girl Doll catalog that had arrived for one of our two daughters and SPOILER ALERT PEOPLE SPOILER ALERT HERE RIGHT NOW DO NOT READ ANY FURTHER UNLESS YOU WANT TO KNOW WHO THE “GIRL OF THE YEAR” IS OK FINE: The “girl of the year” is Blaire. Here is a quote about Blaire that I am pasting from a piece in USA Today:

The newest American Girl of the Year doll is a budding chef that likes to garden and, like so many kids today, struggles to tear herself away from electronic devices.

The green-eyed, curly-haired, redhead that is growing up on her family's farm and bed-and-breakfast in upstate New York, also has a newly diagnosed food sensitivity, which she's self-conscious about.

Blaire will set you back over $100, and that doesn’t count the accessories, which are extremely detailed and often small enough that they act as caltrops when left out for the unwary. 

I think my wife thought I’d get amusingly upset about the whole thing, but I can’t do that any longer and besides, I like the idea that the hot new role kids aspire to is “farm-to-table chef.” That’s a step up in terms of the options available in the category: “doll occupation” when I was a kid.

So if you were wondering how I felt about the new American Girl doll of the year, the answer is: feh. If you are wondering how I feel about the tiny fried shrimp at Marjie’s Grill, the answer is: hell yes.

Friends invited us over for New Year’s Eve, and someone brought some of those shrimp. I tried a couple, and as I write it is Jan. 2 and I have only recently finished eating another order of those shrimp along with a Som Tam salad that I also picked up this evening.

Ordinarily I think of you, dear readers, before myself. In this instance, I failed you. I did not take pictures of either the shrimp or the salad before I consumed them. I ate them quickly. The salad was crisp and funky, a bit tart and a bit sweet. The carrots and radishes came through, and the marinade/dressing was delicious. I could have done without the quartered limes, but it didn’t take much to remove the slices as I came across them.

It’s difficult to describe the shrimp except to say that they are small, fried, eaten whole and seasoned with not a lot more than salt and black pepper. My wife does not like shrimp. Obviously, she is a heretic and should suffer, but when I eat this dish, I almost feel sorry for her because this was one of the best bites I had last year, will undoubtedly be one of the best bites I have this year, and I highly recommend it to all right-thinking people. The rest of you lot can piss off.

Also, Happy New Year! May 2019 be filled with shrimp!   



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Robert D. Peyton was born at Ochsner Hospital and, apart from four years in Tennessee for college and three years in Baton Rouge for law school, has lived in New Orleans his entire life. He is a strong believer in the importance of food to our local culture and in the importance of our local food culture, generally. He has practiced law since 1994, and began writing about food on his website, www.appetites.us, in 1999. He mainly wrote about partying that year, obviously.

In 2006, New Orleans Magazine named Appetites the best food blog in New Orleans. The choice was made relatively easy due to the fact that Appetites was, at the time, the only food blog in New Orleans.

He began writing the Restaurant Insider column for New Orleans Magazine in 2007 and has been published in St. Charles Avenue, Louisiana Life and New Orleans Homes and Lifestyles magazines. He is the only person he knows personally who has been interviewed in GQ magazine, albeit for calling Alan Richman a nasty name. He is not proud of that, incidentally. (Yes, he is.)

Robert’s maternal grandmother is responsible for his love of good food, and he has never since had fried chicken or homemade biscuits as good as hers. He developed his curiosity about restaurant cooking in part from the venerable PBS cooking show "Great Chefs" and has an extensive collection of cookbooks, many of which do not require coloring, and some of which have not been defaced.

Robert lives in Mid-City with his wife Eve and their three children, and is fond of receiving comments and emails. Please humor him.




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