Everyone knows that oysters are poison to children. The only thing that comes out of the sea that’s not poisonous to children is breaded and deep-fried and served with a healthy dose of catsup. Even then, not every kid will eat fish sticks. (mine won’t)
In case you doubt me on this, I refer you to Honest Toddler, who had this to say about how one should serve seafood:
Almond-Crusted Halibut and Green Beans
Step 1: Give the green beans to a homeless individual.
Step 2: Take the almonds off of the halibut.
Step 3: Put the halibut on a clean surface.
Step 4: Ask yourself what halibut is.
Step 5: Google “halibut” on your home computer.
Step 6: Hold back your tears when you find out.
Step 7: Gently place halibut in the outside trash next to the carrots.
Step 8: Order tacos.
Anyway, I’ve never tried oysters. Because I was a kid, then I was a vegetarian for years (I know, I can’t explain it either), and then because they freaked me out because they look like giant boogers on half shells.
Seriously. Who decided to crack open the rocky looking things and eat the slimy stuff in the middle?
Ashley loves oysters, and said I had to try them. She said something about them tasting like the sea. I love the ocean. I love salt. I love fish. Seems like a perfect fit.
Justin loves oysters too. “They’re sooooo good!”
I’m living in Boston right now, which I associate with oysters, because clam chowder, and clams and oysters are like totally the same thing because they’re bivalves.
Huh. I did learn something in high school biology.
So last night Justin convinced me to eat oysters.
They were … slimy.
They tasted like ocean slime.
I had one and didn’t hate it. Had another and didn’t love it. Had a final one and then ordered champagne and a steak.
Next time I’m ordering shrimp cocktail.