Appetite of a Fourth Grader
I’ll try anything once. Usually that is all it takes for me to choose never to eat that particular food again. It’s not picky…it’s knowing what you want in life. And I know that everything and anything…is better with cheese. Or ranch.On the last day of my business trip to California, the district manager took me to a nice restaurant on the beach in Ventura. It was a seafood restaurant to be exact. My Daddy owns a seafood restaurant. You can imagine that I’m pretty sick of seafood since I’ve been eating it for the entirety of my life.
Oh who am I kidding? Did I eat catfish at Daddy’s place? No. I ate hush puppies and pinto beans. I can tolerate fish, but I generally try to stay away from anything crustaceous. This we know.
But being the big/grown-up/mature person that I am, I did not flinch when he ordered an appetizer for both of us.
Muscles and clams.
I didn’t even cringe when he pointed out that the seaweed adds a robust flavor.
I had to watch my host closely, as he stabbed his muscle aggressively with his fork, in order to pretend that I knew how to eat these things. Silly me thought they would slip off of the shell with ease. No, no. You have to pull the slippery sucker away from his mother shell as it holds on tightly (with what can ONLY be described as an umbilical cord) for dear life.
Then you dunk the “meat” into some sauce and let it slide down your throat.
Needless to say, I ate a ton of bread with my appetizer.
At least the view was great!
Awesome view…and cute feet Lincee!
I think I would have vomited. I grew up in So Cal and even still I can’t stomach the thought of seafood. Way to step up Lincee! Hopefully the rest of the dinner was yummylicious.