I’d like to think that I have a very middle-of-the road palate. And by middle-of-the-road I mean not eating a lot of outrageous stuff like Sardinian maggot cheese or various forms of Cheetos (bar-b-que, ranch, honey mustard et al). Yes, I like my gourmand stuff mixed in with more pedestrian offerings. Think goat cheese and pears with pasta in a balsamic reduction, or an awesome bacon, egg and cheese from the deli on 5th Avenue and 16th Street in NYC… things like this, you know, foodie-lite if you will. But every now and then you come across something that just baffles the mind, and like a kid, once again you can’t get beyond what something looks like, even if it tastes amazing.
I offer you the Geoduck. Continue reading