What's your Favorite?

Well oysters on the half shell will always be #1, but I also love swordfish on the grill with olive oil, s+p. Just a second tto long on the grill, though, and it's like sawdust. Lobster, simply steamed, or in a salad, in nice big chunks, with celery and mild radish. And skate. I wish more places sold it.

 

I'm with Dick: I love lobster, too. We were in Maine in July and I ate one every day. My last meal there was a double lobster dinner- just lobster and lots of butter. I follow a low carb diet, so it was perfectly on plan for me! I cheated by eating fried clams and washing them down with a glass of Sebago beer. Mmmmmm... a lovely summer memory.

 

My favourite without hesitation is lobster. I'll do just about anything for a lobster. When I was a kid, because I was always sick during car ride, whenever the family had to go out of town for the day, my dad would say if you're nice and stay at your friend's house I'll get you a lobster tommorow. It worked everytime.

Everytime I have lobster with my dad, once or twice every summer, he likes to remind me that when I was two I could eat a lobster on my own, without help to craw the shell. I still have trouble believing that it's true, but my dad loves to say this to anyone who'll listen.

 

Dungeness Crab, plain and simple.

 

I never understood the attraction to Dungeness crabs. I had them only once, while vacationing in Washington, and the texture was just too flaky and dry.

 

Actually, now that I think of it, we also brought some home and cooked it, but I still didn't like it. Gefilte fish, on the other hand....

 

Crudeau,

You and your friend are both wrong. The best lobsters come from Iles de la Madeleine.

 

Gefilte fish... that reminds me of a story. (Since I spent time on un-kosher fish, now I'll talk about kosher fish.) When I was about 9, my mom took me to the home of my grandmother's friend to help her make her Passover batch of gefilte fish. The elderly lady was as strong as an ox, and never did anything less than full throttle. When I arrived that morning she had three huge fish from the Mississippi River, which flowed past my hometown. They were buffalo and carp, so you can guess how tasty they'd be considered to those with refined palates! She taught me how to scale and filet the fish, and put me to work turning the crank on the old food grinder. She seasoned the fish, formed dumplings, and cooked them in huge soup pots on her stove. What seemed like hours later, my mom came to pick me up. I left with fish scales in my hair and smelled so bad that she drove home with all the windows open. My clothes got two washings. But boy, she'd worked magic with those trash fish, because the gefilte fish she sent home with me were ambrosial. Wish I'd paid attention to her seasoning!

[ 02-10-2001: Message edited by: Mezzaluna ]

 

I agree, homemade gefilte can be good. Much better than the jarred.

 

Those sound about right, Crudeau. Thanks! BTW, 'gefilte' means 'stuffed'. I heard that the name came from the practice, at one time, of stuffing fish skin with the filling described, then poaching- sort of like stuffed cabbage, only with fish skin (doesn't THAT sound appetizing?? ) But this may be totally apocryphal.

 

hah!