Bob wrote:
>
> Kate wrote:
>
> > The closest I have ever come to eating a mollusc was
> > my grandmother's oyster stew. I would eat the broth
> > but not the oysters. The flavor wasn't bad. It's mainly
> > a texture thing with me.
>
> Well then, maybe you'd like this, since the oysters are pureed:
>
> Good Eats Oyster Soup (from the Good Eats TV show, obviously)
>
> 4 cups heavy cream
> 1 pint oysters and liquor, separated
> 1 tablespoon unsalted butter
> 1/2 cup finely chopped celery
> 1/2 cup finely chopped onion
> 1 teaspoon celery seed
> 1 1/2 teaspoons hot pepper sauce
> 1 tablespoon lemon juice
> 2 tablespoons freshly chopped parsley leaves, chervil, or chives
> Salt and pepper

Okay, but you're going to have to puree the onion, too,
and leave out the celery. ;-) I guess there's just no
pleasing me. Anyway, if someone served it to me and
told me the oysters were pureed I'd give it a go, but
I certainly wouldn't make it myself. I do care about
oysters enough to go to the trouble and expense.

Don't take offense, but I think it's kind of funny
that people try to get you to eat things you say you
don't like. If someone tells me they don't like sardines,
then I just say to myself, "Fine! That's more sardines
for me." I might extol their virtues but more for the
sake of hearing myself talk than trying to get the other
person to try them. Only time I might try to talk someone
into trying something is if they come to my house for dinner
and they say they don't like something that's in one of
my dishes. I might try to convince them to give it a try
because they might actually like it prepared that way, or
whatever. But I don't make too big a deal out of it. More
leftovers for me! ;-)

Hmmm? I just had a thought. Next time I take a dish
to a party I'll try to make something I love but hardly
anyone else likes! That way I'll get to take a lot home.
;-) Evil genius at work!!!

Kate

--
Kate Connally
“If I were as old as I feel, I’d be dead already.”
Goldfish: “The wholesome snack that smiles back,
Until you bite their heads off.”
What if the hokey pokey really *is* what it's all about?