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Roasted Broccoli with Shrimp


Posted at Foodie Friday

I don't even like Broccoli, but I had some laying around and I came across this recipe so I decided to try it. It was unbelievably good, the broccoli was so sweet and roasted shrimp tastes fantastic. I got Raidhyn to make rice, because I can never make it to his satisfaction. He uses his mum's Brazilian recipe (because she is Brazilian, her family moved to the States when she was a girl and my father in law grew up as a missionary kid in Brazil too) and I just can't seem to get it right. I can make regular rice, just not this kind.

You can get a link to the Broccoli and Shrimp recipe I used here.

And here is my darling boy destroying my kitchen while I cooked. Little man just likes to be involved.


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