The Cocktail Sauce
The first time I ate shrimp was when my grandpa (my mom’s dad this time) brought a huge amount to our family reunion. I remember him saying that he caught them himself. He had a boat, lived on the coast and loved fishing, but I have no idea how easy or hard it is to catch shrimp, so I can’t confirm his story. Also, he’s a grandpa. Most gramperial stories can’t be confirmed.
I remember trying the shrimp, not because I wanted to try something new, but because I was terrified of my ex-Navy grandpa and was afraid he was going to call me a wimp or something if I didn’t. He was a tough man and had a demeanor that made me and all my male cousins tremble just by looking at him.
Luckily, it turned out I quite enjoyed shrimp. Or I should say, I enjoyed cocktail sauce. I had never had something so sweet and tangy and amazing before! And if I put enough on, it completely masked the shrimp taste. (Now, of course, I fully appreciate the taste and versatility of shrimp.)
Here is a recipe for my Grandpa’s cocktail sauce. Makes enough for a family reunion of about 12 seafood lovers, six seafood likers and one conscientious objector (my mom):
1 ½ cups ketchup
3 oz. prepared horseradish (store-bought is fine)
2 tbsp fresh lemon juice
½ tsp freshly ground black pepper
½ tsp hot sauce, (Tabasco or other)
Dash of Worcestershire sauce
Ash from a dangling cigarette, to taste