Food I don't quite understand
Clams, oysters, mussels- basically the shellfish seafoody things that you have to open to eat.
My dad made clam soup today for lunch that consisted of rice and clams floating in broth, seasoned to taste. It's pretty good, really, with lime and pepper sauce.
But halfway through choking down my third clam from the soup (I'm not fond of the taste of the clams) my mind wandered- as it is prone to do when I'm eating food- to what I was actually eating.
On my spoon was this huge, plushie round stomach of some poor clam that was dug up from the sands of whatever-island-my-dad-landed-on-during-his-fishing-trip. It looked almost like a dumpling, my mind offered, but the unconvinced part of me added that dumplings had meat and spinach and other delightful fillings. Not half digested seaweed and sand and god-knows-what-else that clams eat.
That made the other four clam tummies floating around in the soup look REAL appetizing.
Needless to say I finished the soup in a state of meditation where I tried desperately not to think of the clam bodies.
I don't like clams. ._.;
Or oysters!
But Lily's a strange, strange child, for when my parents grill oysters, she eats them happily with lime. Even the stomach-puffs. >__<
Thank GOODNESS Polly is normal.
Perhaps it's an acquired taste?
My dad made clam soup today for lunch that consisted of rice and clams floating in broth, seasoned to taste. It's pretty good, really, with lime and pepper sauce.
But halfway through choking down my third clam from the soup (I'm not fond of the taste of the clams) my mind wandered- as it is prone to do when I'm eating food- to what I was actually eating.
On my spoon was this huge, plushie round stomach of some poor clam that was dug up from the sands of whatever-island-my-dad-landed-on-during-his-fishing-trip. It looked almost like a dumpling, my mind offered, but the unconvinced part of me added that dumplings had meat and spinach and other delightful fillings. Not half digested seaweed and sand and god-knows-what-else that clams eat.
That made the other four clam tummies floating around in the soup look REAL appetizing.
Needless to say I finished the soup in a state of meditation where I tried desperately not to think of the clam bodies.
I don't like clams. ._.;
Or oysters!
But Lily's a strange, strange child, for when my parents grill oysters, she eats them happily with lime. Even the stomach-puffs. >__<
Thank GOODNESS Polly is normal.
Perhaps it's an acquired taste?