Before I get into what I really want this post to be about, my first experience with oysters, I have to tell you a little bit about my day yesterday.
It started off wonderfully. I woke up, relaxed a bit, went for a run and then went to my Mom’s for a wonderful late lunch of corn chowder and panini.
It was great.
Then, I got home and I was bored.
So bored. For like 4 hours, I sat around the house in total boredom. I honestly can’t remember the last time I was bored. I’m not sure it’s occurred once in 2010. I was beside myself.
So, I watched Desperate Housewives and Brothers and Sisters and then went to bed because when you’re bored the logical thing to do is sleep – right?
I then proceeded to get out of bed and go through old pictures for two hours.
Why I couldn’t have done this during the day, while I was bored, I’ll never know.
However, I did find the pictures from the first time I tried oysters and had to share them on the blog.
To set the scene a bit: It was spring break of my freshman year of high school and my friend Candy and I went to Corpus Christi, Texas with my mom and dad for vacation.
The first night, we went to Landry’s for dinner. My dad ordered oysters, and he had this thing about forcing people to try things no matter how much they protested.
Candy and I had absolutely no interest in the slimy crustaceans, but eventually he convinced us.
And he wouldn’t just let us slurp them down like people usually do. Oh no, we had to chew them. On a cracker. With horseradish sauce.
I’m not sure if my extreme hatred for horseradish sauce came before or after this moment, but I know it was definitely the final nail in the coffin.
I think our expressions say it all.
But, in case you’re confused. We didn’t like them.
Particularly because mine was still sandy, so not only was a crunching down on slimy oyster nastiness I was also grinding small particles of glass between my teeth. Awesome.
Fun things to note:
- The table behind us staring like we’re crazy. I assume we made quite the scene.
- My one-shoulder purple shirt. I loved that shirt so much, in the year 2000. Now one-shoulders are all the rage again. Wish I would have kept it.
My pallate was very immature at that time, and while I’ve now gotten to the point where I can eat oysters in a delicious stew and can slurp them in moderation, I would never recommend the cracker-chewing oyster method to anyone. Ever.
It’s just not good.
And that was the first time I ever tried oysters.
Q: What is the worst food item you’ve ever tried?