Some weeks back, Eric swore that he would treat the whole company to a Low Country Boil, and yesterday, finally, he lugged a pair of propane tanks into the warehouse and fired up a big, round metal pot brimmed to the lid with red potatoes, sausages, fresh shrimp, and half-cobs of sweet yellow corn. An hour before closing-time, that spicy shrimpy smell had drifted from the warehouse into our office and hovered, cruelly, right in front of our faces. If you called us last night and we sounded a touch distracted, well, I apologize.
Once six o’clock arrived, we all skittered into the warehouse, grabbed some tongs, obscured our plates, and took our suppers to a makeshift dining room that had sprouted up in the middle of the store. We sat down and stuffed our cheeks. Utensils were abandoned. Paper towel rolls were unspooled. By the end of the night, a heap of husked shrimp exoskeletons had piled to the top of the garbage bin. And guess what—we enjoyed it! Us southerners aren’t ashamed of our appetites.
Anyway, pictures tell better than words. Here are a few shots from last night’s get-together
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