Guilt and Blogging and Wild Shrimp

So I didn't realize that taking on this blog would make me feel guilty.  I missed two days.  I feel guilty.  I was traveling for work.  Doesn't matter.  I feel guilty that I didn't take at least a few minutes to write down my thoughts.  Really?  Yes, really.  I think about what I could have written...OK, I was in Georgia...I got to eat local, wild Georgia shrimp.  I could have written about that.  Well, I decided when I started this that I would try to post every day, and so it makes sense that less than 2 weeks after I started I feel guilty about missing a couple of days.  Que sera sera. 

So about wild Georgia shrimp...

My mom and I go on a vacation together every year.  Last year was Savannah, GA and Beaufort, SC.  I spent the entire trip eating locally caught shrimp.  The taste is tremendously different from the shrimp I buy in the store, whether in Illinois or in Florida.  Along the coast the shrimp had a flavor that was fine and delicate, and I while I had grown up eating seafood I had lost my taste for shrimp until I tasted them fresh caught daily from the Georgia coast.  I found myself in a wonderful restaurant in Atlanta, GA this trip and ordered the shrimp and grits.  Still better than what I can get here in Illinois, the taste still wasn't the same as the shrimp I had along the coast.  A testament to the local food movement, and how shipping and storage change the taste - even when shipping is not far, and storage is short.  I never would have thought it made such a difference!  Hats off to local food!