This March Writing Challenge of thirty-one questions is hosted by Marquessa, with questions from Alexandra Franzen‘s “100 questions to spark conversation and connect.
All are welcome to join in and a list of the questions can be found here.
In the late 80s, there was a bevy of trendy foods everyone in California simply had to order during a night out.
One of those was fried calamari (squid).
I grew up in Michigan, which is surrounded by five lakes and filled with ponds and streams. I’ve eaten more than my share of bass, bluegill, and trout, but calamari is not something you saw often in the average restaurant.
I’d also seen 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea, and knew what the Kraken was.
However, when friends ordered fried calamari before dinner one evening, I was game. I’ll try anything once.
And once was all it took.
Everyone was dipping their rings in sauce and ooo’ing and ah’ing. Even Den enjoyed it.
I took my turn, grabbed a ring, dipped it in sauce and popped it on my mouth.
I have to say the sauce was amazing and the honey-garlic batter was to-die-for!
But, as I chewed the calamari seemed to grow inside my mouth. It kept getting bigger and bigger until I couldn’t take it any more and spit it out into my napkin.
We all laughed… while I drank two Cokes and a shot of Jack Daniels to get the taste out my mouth.
So, no. I’m never, ever, ever eating calamari again.
However, I did successfully deconstruct the sauce and batter and use both often.
They just won’t be used with/on calamari in my house! 😀