shrimping

This is perhaps one of the best things I have ever done in my life,
next to shooting clay pigeons in Kentucky, because it gives me a sense
of profound accomplishment. We went to 景美 (JingMei) to 掉蝦 (diao4
xia1), basically shrimping. I did get a lot of anxiety from this
activity though, perhaps because I couldn't catch anything to save my
life for the first 30 minutes. That is until Jason the baitmaster had
found the remains of the chicken gizzard, the equivalent of shrimp
cocaine, when I began reeling it in like Geppetto in the belly of
Monstro the whale.

I think the greatest part of this activity is that I was able to serve
and eat my catch afterwards. However, if my life depended on
shrimping, in open, uncontrolled waters, then that would be a
different story.

Here is also some video I took of the preparation in the kitchen.

I ate the shrimps at 3 am with a nice mixture of wasabi and soy sauce.