Let me preface this post by saying that I am. not. a. seafood. eater. I do want to say though that In the past three years that I've lived in San Francisco, my food horizons have been broadened. I didn't know about pesto or how good Indian food is before I moved to town. How I missed out on these amazing things my entire life is really beyond me. I mean, my family is fairly cultured. (that may be an under-exaggeration)
I've never been a fan of seafood though. I do remember enjoying fish sticks until I was about five and then when my English friend ate my last fish stick, I got mad for some reason and I haven't eaten one since. Those fish sticks were probably the last seafood that I ate voluntarily. In recent years I've been able to handle shrimp and sometimes crab and lobster.
So last week when I was told that one of our company's supplying companies here in New Orleans was going to have a fish feed for us, I was a bit nervous about it. Everyone here is just so nice; I didn't want to be rude and not eat the food that they caught for us on their day off.
A few years ago a guy that I was dating introduced me to jalapeño poppers. For a few weeks there, we were completely addicted. I mean...they are amazing in case you've never had one. After eating a tasty garlic and butter oyster, I saw these beauties.



Little did I know, that the man standing on the other side of the canoe was waiting for me to dump the food onto his plate.

In this picture I thought I'd surprise MR at the last minute by grabbing a beer.
Sometimes, I think I'm pretty funny.



Have I mentioned that I leave again on Friday for a wedding in Utah?
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