Duskypearls
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Until I was about 24, I had what I'd call a psychological allergy to anything that came from the ocean, and always wondered whether it was linked back to a frightening experience as a 3 year old, where when standing in the ocean in Cape Cod, a crab got hold of my toe and wouldn't let go. Hurt like the dickens and scared the crap out of me. Then of course, it also might have been that the only fish we had in the house growing up was Mrs. Pauls Fish Sticks (yuk.) Then at 24, while waitressessing, oddly enough, something possessed me to steal a broiled scallop off a customer's order before I left the kitchen with it, and was pleasantly shocked by how good it tasted, and loved the texture. From that point on, I became enamored with shellfish of any kind. Once I moved to CO at 48, without provocation, I suddenly started developing an incredibly strong yearning for sushi, which I used to think was the most disgusting thing in the world, tho' I had never tried it before. The moment I tried it, covered in ginger, wasabi and soysauce, I fell in love, and to this day cannot get enough of it. Go figure! Maybe I'm making up for lost time. The mind and taste buds, and how they change over time, are a funny thing.
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