Mariah, Grant, and I had dinner on Friday night with Mariah’s college friend, Tom. He took us to a restaurant where he used to work and we enjoyed a delicious meal of fresh seafood.
The thing about seafood is that I generally find it tasty, but I’m a bit intimidated by its natural packaging. I hate peeling and de-veining raw shrimp, and getting mussels out of their shells totally freaks me out. Give me a skinned, boned fish fillet, and I can make a decent meal. But there’s no way I’d ever crack open a crab leg or lobster claw. Gross.
Despite my prejudices, on Friday night I experienced a first in a lifetime of eating seafood: raw oysters.
Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I picked up half an oyster shell, slurped the meat up, and swallowed it whole. It tasted pretty salty and sort of like a pickle. While it’s not a new favorite, I was definitely glad I had done it.
Plus, I felt super brave, even as I sat across the table from Mariah and Grant and watched the Minnesotans gleefully break apart and chow down a whole lobster. I wasn’t gonna get near that thing.
P.S. There’s a short video of me eating the oyster, but I’d have to pay a lot of money to be able to post videos on my blog. Just imagine me freaking out a lot and then exclaiming: “Oh, I survived!”