Last night I was eating some lobster, and I think I’ve come to the conclusion that I don’t really like it—but I really want to. I’ve eaten so many random lobster rolls while living in Maine, hoping it would change my life like everyone here says it does. I lowkey feel like a disgrace for not loving it. I usually love any food that’s expensive…my mom used to even tell me that. She would say, “You have expensive taste buds—I wish luck to your future husband.”
What can I say? I was spoiled by having a sushi chef as a father, and I lived in a landlocked state, meaning seafood was neither very fresh nor cheap. Don’t get me wrong—I think lobster is the only seafood I’m not a fan of. I love everything else. I think lobster honestly tastes like nothing; it’s too “clean” of a seafood for me. You really only taste the butter or mayo it’s mixed with. I’d rather just eat butter and mayo with a spoon if that’s the case.
I like my seafood to actually taste like the sea—lowkey a little muddy. I don’t really like the oysters here because they taste a little too clean, like just plain salt water. I’d rather have oysters in New Orleans, where you can taste what I imagine the ocean really tastes like. One thing I’ve learned I love since moving here is full-belly clams, not just clam strips—basically the whole clam—and they are delicious. They taste exactly how I expect the sea to taste. I’ll miss them when I move away.
But anyway, this post really has no point—just how I feel about my seafood.