My friend took his five-year-old son to the market last Saturday morning. As soon as the boy got there, he knew exactly what he wanted: a shrimp. But not for eating; that would be too savage. He wanted it for a pet.
After hearing about the pet shrimp, the thought of cooking the little crustaceans was almost painful to me. What would the boy think if he found out what I do with shrimp? That “Lobsty” was coming home with me, to be cooked and eaten? But I love eating shrimp. So, I decided to think the American way: I’ll simply remove the head from the animal and be done with it.