Posted by Meg in Wine Bars
As a young person growing up in Kansas, I couldn’t imagine anything more disgusting than a raw oyster. They seemed slimy, stinky and squirmy – why would any sane person want to pop one in their mouth?
I managed to avoid the mollusc until I was 25 years old, when I was confronted by a raw bar at a friend’s wedding. Trying to fit in at this chic affair, I swallowed my inhibitions and a couple of oysters. To my surprise, I didn’t die. I ate oysters a few more times while living in Boston, but never with much enthusiasm.
That all changed More >
Today’s challenge as part of the Edible Advent Calendar:
Can you name this treat?
Leave your answer (product and location) in the comments section below. The reader who has accumulated the most victories by December 24 will receive an edible Christmas present from me. I’ll keep your guesses hidden until the answer is revealed tomorrow on Budget Travel, then I’ll publish the comments and name the winner for this challenge.
YESTERDAY’S WINNERS: Without much in the way of background image, it was hard to guess exactly where this delicious millefeuille had come from. Karin, Shelli and Christopher get a half point for naming the dessert but not the shop. Full points go to Kelaine, Sophie, Lil, Zeva More >
