There are only a handful of things I can say are absolute certainties in my life and for the last two decades one of those things has been this:
I do not eat seafood.
When I say no seafood I mean it. No fish, no shrimp, no lobster no nothing. I just don’t like anything about seafood. This hasn’t always been the case, I used to eat fish all the time but one day around 1985 I took a bite and something had changed; suddenly seafood seemed like the worst thing in the world and it has stayed that way ever since.
My wife is well aware of my anti seafood stance so I’m not sure which one of us was more surprised when, last night, as she was about to take a bite of her scallops I said:
“That looks good, can I try a bite?”
I took a bite, and it was delicious, so delicious in fact that I had a second bite. After more than 20 years of avoiding seafood I was actually enjoying it. This means one of two things is happening to me:
1- My palate is evolving to appreciate more refined tastes.
2- I reverting back to my 11 year old self.
If the first option is true I have a future of fancy meals and possibly top hats.
If the second option is true I will start reading Archie comics drinking chocolate milk again.
Either way, I don’t see how I can lose.