Once upon a time, in a small condominium kitchen, a bright and chipper young (and not-even- remotely -close-to-turning-30) girl had a marvelous idea for dinner.  She'd fix up some tasty pasta with a cheesy, sun-dried tomato sauce.  Sauté some shrimp in butter and garlic.  Mix it all together.  Add a little shredded cheese on top.  Put it in a lovely bowl for her prince.  Voila.   So, this worn-out, pregnant gal pulled out the bag of frozen shrimp from the freezer and set out to thaw it thoroughly.  She noticed that this 1-pound bag of frozen shrimp her prince had grabbed at the local market didn't say the hyphenated word de-veined anywhere on it.   She searched.   To no avail.   And, so (not truly understanding the importance of this word) she shrugged and moved on.   As she cooked up the pasta, she poured out the shrimp into a bowl of cold water in the sink to thaw.  This lovely and not-at-all-bedraggled...