I don’t have a favorite seafood dinner memory, but I do have a worse one.
I was in Marseille, France for a few days of a port visit. We weere in a bistro getting dinner. I saw a big fish sitting on a bed of crushed ice on deisplay, and let the waiter know by pointing and nodding that I wanted that for dinner. It was delivered to me only a couple of minutes later - cold, with head, tail and scales still intact. Blech.
My best seafood dinner memories revolve around home and low country boils. Good eatin’ and lots of cold beer. Kinda like what 'toons described. I only do it a couple times a year but everytime is a fun time had by all invitated.
Fish fries don’t count in the poll, I know, but the best fish fry ever is the one a couple of friends throw every October. Catfish, bass, brim with all the fixin’s. Lots of cold beer. A flatbed trailer loaded with bales of hay, a cooler full of beer and being pulled by a four wheeler all over the farm, with a dozen or so drunk fools riding on the trailer. Including the time we got stuck down at the creek and had to push the four wheeler and trailer back up the bank. I probably should have been killed. But dang if it wasn’t fun! 
I have several of those, too. Funny, it seems to happen every time I walk in to a Red Lobster…
Seafood is outlawed in my house. I accept that other people eat it, but not in my house, they don’t. A good friend of mine once ordered a tuna sandwich one night, despite knowing how I feel about anything that originated in the ocean and is then passed off as food. I made her eat it on the balcony.
All my seafood problems started with tuna. I can’t remember where or when, but my brother’s favorite meal was a tuna sammich, and I get the feeling that I’ve repressed a memory in which he did something horrible to me.
Sorry about your job situation Magic, maybe you should just smack the good doctor with a wet fish and say “I’ve haddock with you!”
I usually don’t get into these punning contests 'cause I tend to just flounder around, so I avoid them, usually. It’s for the bass, really.
Iffen you let the puns chase you outa here again Ex, we’ll just follor you over to Skippy’s and start up with ‘em there. I’m just sayin’.
I was visiting with a friend of mine once, on Sea Island Jawja as it happens, and his father came home from work at 2:00am and woke everybody up. Seems he’d dropped a crab basket offen the bridge on the way in and picked it up on the way back. We boiled up a mess of crab right there in our P.J.s and pigged out. (We boiled the crabs in a big pot, we was in our P.J.s) Ah, Good times.
I have to say I don’t think I can recall just ONE memorable food experience. I’ve had many, some very good, some very bad; but most of the good food experiences were further enhanced by the people surrounding us.
I do not like crab, nor do I look oysters or scallops. Strangely enough, I do enjoy lobster, shrimp/prawns, and clams.
Crab was completely ruined for me when I was a wee child; the same goes for oysters. We went crabbing when I was in the second grade and came home with a buttload of them. Grandpa, Grandma and my folks then came home to clean and boil up the crabs. The whole house stunk to high heaven and I just cannot get past that in my head. Occasionally, I will try a bite of crab just to see if my tastes have changed, but, to date, they have not. Oysters were ruined for me by my Grandpa. We were camping out on the Hood Canal. I was in 2nd grade. Grandpa shucked an oyster, told me to come over to him, and proceeded to put the raw oyster in my mouth. I did not know that you DO NOT CHEW raw oysters. I was gagging. Later in life I tried both cooked oysters and scallops. They were beyond gross tasting. I’ve tried scallops again in the last couple of years. I will eat a couple of those, but that’s all. Oysters, NEVER, NEVER, NEVER. They are gross.
I’m sorry about your job Magic. I really hope that something much better comes along for you.
My tea bin, canned food, and dry goods shelves are perfectly organized. Quasi-Daughter and I spent a relaxing day doing laundry, grocery shopping, and re-organizing all my dry goods. I asked her a couple of times if she was actually enjoying it. She said yes. And then she said, ‘We could do the freezer, too!’
We also made butter chicken and tzatziki and roasted new potatoes. Lots left over.
I’m going to bake bread and clean the kitchen today. Tonight Attacks Husband and I are going for another long night hike. Probably two or three hours through the middle of the city. We’re going to try to not get shot. There’s been a lot of gang-related shooting this summer. We’ll try to look poor and inoffensive.
Glad you’re back, Ex.
I just got called a hero! AWWWWW!!! See, I got a phone call about 45 minutes ago from one of my staff. She was taking three people who have traumatic brain injuries to a flea market for an outing. It’s a big thing going to this flea market. Don’t ask me why, cause it don’t do squat for me but, hey, whatever thrills ya I say. Anyways, they were in one of our vans and it blew out a tire. She called to tell me they were stranded but she had called for a tow truck from the place we get stuff fixed to come out and they were on their way. So, off I go to rescue our stranded travelers. When I got there, one of the people said I was a hero for coming to get 'em. Made my day. Everybody’s back here safe, sound and in the a/c. Tow truck guy tells me they’ll have a new tire on the van in an hour. Plus, I am a hero!
-swampbear (hero)
Yeah, but now you gotta order new bidness cards.
I was a hero once. My old roommate and I had some sort of marijuana-inspired brilliant idea to become superheroes. I recall wearing a blue leotard and tights with a red bra and panties over it (all stuff I had in the house, if you can believe it), and a sheet tied around my neck as a cape.
To this day, I thank whatever gods there may be that we got distracted before we left the house.
That made me laugh. I must go buy a huge, stinky fish before the staff meeting this afternoon. I’m looking at the bright side–I don’t have to deal with all of the crap anymore, and I’m in “Not-My-Problem” mode. That’s always a good feeling. Thanks for all of the good wishes and positive thoughts. I’m sure I’ll end up in a better place.
Oysters are nasty. Every Christmas, my family had oyster stew on Christmas morning, and fried oysters for lunch. :rolleyes: I’m glad I’m all grown up now, and I can have cinnamon buns on Christmas morning. My brother still does the oyster stew, but he gets it from a can.
Yay, swampy! You need a superhero costume with a cape (natch) and a big S on the chest (not like Superman, cause that would be copying, but if it’s a different-style S, it’s SwampyHeroBear!
“Not-My-Problem” mode has always been one of my favorites. I used to be the only person in my former company who knew where the paper was kept. When the company was shutting down and they started laying us off in stages, despite the fact that I knew nobody else would find the paper (because it was, rather cleverly, concealed in a big cabinet that said “paper” on it), I didn’t divulge its secret location.
A week later, the remaining VP called me at home, looking for the paper and begging me to come back as a “consultant” until the company officially closed. I spent a whole summer making $20 an hour for knowing where the paper was.
MagicEyes, look at it as an opportunity to spend a week or so catching up on quality sleep-in time. And put that stinky fish in your desk drawer, lock it, and break the key off into the lock just before you leave. 
The best seafood meal, not counting fish fries was in La Jolla. The place was quite fancy schmancy and we had a a view of the sun setting over the sea and a nice fire place to chase the chill (it must have been 60 degrees, brrr!). I had some sort of fish with some sort of cream sauce with some sort of fancy vegibles, weensy teeny little new potatoes and dollops of caviar. Yumm, yummmm, yummmmm! But oysters look too much like half-developed chicken fetuses to ever be eaten by me, nuh uh.
I think there is a bit of the tattered moist remains of Katrina <ditto snerk> around here today. My sunglasses fogged up and the windows are all foggy and drippy. I still say that whomever came up with airconditioning deserves a million Nobel prizes.
My lava lamp is dead! I bought a super cool green goop and blue water rocket ship shaped lava lamp and now it’s stopped bloopitty blooping. How on earth do you re-wire a lava lamp? I can’t even see how to disassemble it, sheesh.
Say adios to those tontos you work with and for MagicEyes. Walking out on a bunch of asshats is always better than staying 'cause eventually you find yourself getting fitted for your own asshat. So as you walk out the door, just yell ‘Hasta la vista, ustedes sombreros de nalgas,’ (just to keep with my little spanish theme I’ve got going here). Plus it’s fun to insult people in a language they probably don’t understand. Just in case, be sure you have a head start on 'em.
Hmmm… I’m spending the night at ACBG’s place tonight. Should Swampyherobear make an appearance? I think I could have fun with that.
Draelin you should wear your super hero (ine?) outfit for Hallowe’en. You’d be a hit.
I like fried and sauteed oysters. I used to eat raw oysters but now I’m afraid to eat 'em. Oh and I loves me some oyster stew.
While we’re on the subject of slimy food, anybody here besides me like escargot? I think escargot is nummy! It grosses ACBG out, which, naturally makes escargot all the better to me. I especially like it when they are served in those little flying saucer lookin’ escargot plates, swimmin’ in butter and garlic. MMMMMMM!
Best seafood ever:
Breakfast aboard our dive ship off the coast of Bimini. My father and I were the first ones up in the morning, and got in an early dive. Brought six lobsters back up, then sauteed the tail meat in butter and some sherry. Fresh lobster tail: it’s not just for dinner anymore!
And, for nostaliga sake:
Be calm and collected,
peace is a virtue.
In matters totally unrelated, I was just outside and it’s hell for windy out there. Some poor girl got her sundress blown up and almost ripped off, so she was left dancing around in her underwear with her dress wrapped around her head until she managed to pull it back down. That was one lousy deal for her, but a definite uptick in my day. I know now why some people feel they need camera phones.
Yeah, I’m a jerk and I’m not afraid to admit it.
Ah, boo, Ex. I would have laughed at that, too.
I would have cried if it was ME, however.
Schadenfreude, my friend.
For those who are wondering, here’s a picture offlyin saucer lookin’ escargot plates.
<snerk> IN BED! <snerk>
Sorry to hear about your job, Magic. You’ll find something newer, better, and more fun in no time!
No absolutely wonderful or horrible seafood experiences for me. Unlike Taters, I LOVE crab, but like her, I can’t stand oysters. I also don’t like shrimp or clams. Lobster’s good when it’s done right. That’s about it.
I’m really really tired today. And a big project just got thrown on my desk. Yay.
Is it a bird? Is it a plane? Is it …
Wait … it appears to be a short, overweight woman in Lycra. Avert your eyes, it could permanently scar your psyche!
