I ate my way through Croatia. Really, I did. The waistline in most of my shorts now squeezes my midsection as a reminder of all the Pag cheese, risotto, and other delicious things I consumed. I even wrote a list of “must tries in croatia” that I drool over frequently.
But there was just one food I couldn’t do – oysters.
I can do strange, bizarre, and weird. I can do fried, crunchy, sweet, and sour. But I just can’t do gelatinous or slimy. No way, no how.