Sunday, December 25, 2011

Baked Clams

Saturday, December 24, 2011
Location: My Parent's House
Task #30

Well, I survived. About all I can say for the baked clams is that they didn't kill me. Maria lied.  They weren't delicious. They were bitter and chewy and I have no idea why anyone would ever eat more than one. Once you know how terrible they taste, why go back for more?

But my cousins and Jess all got a kick out of watching me try the clams, after practically psyching me out altogether. My Uncle told me not to chew it at all, just scrape the shell and swallow. Clearly that didn't happen. There was way too much crap in that shell not to chew. They all promised you couldn't actually taste the clam part, because of all the breading, and I couldnt tell you whether or not that was true. It all tasted terrible. One bite was enough, I saw no reason to eat the rest of it. I simply starred it down, the grimy shell, as I ate the rest of my more edible food.

But I did it, and sometimes I'm right. Sometimes I don't have to try something to know I don't like it.  In this case though, it helped me accomplish task # 30 - try a new food on Christmas Eve.  I just won't ever try them again.



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