My My grandmother—my dad’s mom—absolutely adored her grandchildren. My father was an only child, and I think deep down she would have loved having a daughter of her own. From the moment I was born, she and my grandfather spoiled me in the sweetest ways. When I was three, my grandfather called to ask if “Puddin’” could come live with them. By the time I was four, I even had my own phone line so they could call me whenever they wanted. My parents just shook their heads, grateful that I was wrapped in so much love.After my grandfather passed away far too young, my grandmother moved to be near us in West Monroe, Louisiana. The summer after seventh grade became our summer—the one where she “taught” me how to cook. I had already been playing in the kitchen for years, but learning from her felt special. Some of the things she showed me are still part of the way I cook today.This shrimp dip was one of those rare treats from my childhood. We didn’t have much money growing up, and shrimp was a luxury, so whenever it appeared on the table, it felt like a celebration. I still think of her every time I make it, and I hope you enjoy it as much as we always did.  This is great served with some Fritos scoops!