Many of you know that I don’t eat seafood. My last experience with seafood took place at the ripe age of six, when I barfed after consuming my mother’s tuna noodle casserole.
I have not been tempted to deviate from my no-seafood-plan. Even while traveling through Norway and Sweden, I politely refused any fish entrée.
This past Friday was Momentum’s annual Christmas party at church. There was quite the spread of goodies, but without question, the most delectable item was Whitney’s cheese fondue. I took several heaping spoonfuls and quickly wolfed them down with the accompanying sourdough croutons. It wasn’t until I finished the meal that I overheard Whitney and Becca discussing the recipe. My stomach began to churn as I heard the dreaded words, “canned crabmeat.” My 21 year seafood hiatus had just ended, and surprisingly, I felt just fine.
And though I won’t be adding seafood to my diet anytime soon, it’s nice to know that when confronted with the crab, I prevailed as conqueror.
