I like oysters, but like... 4 per week is fine. If it was staple food for me, I'd cry myself asleep every night.
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And lobster.
"Yeah. I really do want a big salty lugee in my mouth" ~ Oyster Enjoyers
I am not a big fan of raw oysters, but if you bake them in the oven with breadcrumbs, cheese and a sauce, they are delicious
I mean.... The bread, cheese and sauce is doing a lot of heavy lifting here.... Using those 3 you can almost throw anything else in there and it'll be decent.
For real, that big salty lugee is great! Did you know they're actually alive when you eat them? They also don't have pain receptors IIRC so they're a very ethical source of protein. - actual oyster enjoyer
ethical
You eat them alive
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Lol I'm not a fan of seafood but I've always found it unnerving that they have eyes
Make sure to only eat oysters fed a strict vegan diet, then you're all clear.
so do potatoes
And babies.
Lobster used to be considered a poor man's food.
Poor people had to live on sea bugs.
King Louis XIV loved oysters and was importing them from the coast to his palace in Versailles.
Oysters are, indeed, vastly unappealing as food; however, they're not trash - they're excellent water filters.
Imagine opening up a water filter and giving all that goodness inside a good taste
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Correct, it’s the garbage they store inside their flesh that’s the trash!
I'm uncomfortable with contemplating the idea of oyster flesh.
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I mean, you should be, because they're salty gross loogies full of filtered poison, but it's the whole fucking thing.
I don't know how to answer this because I feel like the question mark is immediately addressed, heh.
I guess I was confused because "oyster flesh" is just the whole thing? You don't really have partial cuts of oyster, so you'd have to find the idea of oysters themselves disgusting.
I despise oysters as food but the idea of them existing doesn't bother me. They're just a bundle of muscle and organs in a shell, the gross part is eating them.
I mean, that's a fair assessment. Honestly, the main reasons it bothered me were:
- The idea of consuming the entire body of something disturbs me (I don't have a valid reason for feeling this while being happy to eat meat, it's just my subjective reaction)
- While flesh does refer to more than just skin, when I hear the word I think of skin, so I briefly thought of the oyster shell as the flesh, which made me think of harlequin ichthyosis
- Oysters are gross, as we've agreed, so I figured being somewhat wry would be funny
If you're not familiar with the second, I'd recommend not googling it as you'll likely find some gruesome images. The page I linked does have one somewhat cartoonish depiction of the syndrome, fair warning, but no actual photos.
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The reason you have an aversion to eating whole animals is because you can't distance yourself from the act of choosing to have that animal killed for a delicacy.
When you get a package of meat, most of negative mental impacts of the decision are taken out on slaughterhouse workers, who have tremendously higher rates of depression and anxiety. Put simpler, they have to find ways to deal with the negative emotions that come from the type of work they do.
Thats sort of how paying for stuff always has been, just the distance is father and we've figured out how to take the bad feelings and put them on marginalized groups who aren't us. Bad feelings affect profit.
So if you had to go and point out which animal you want your cut of meat from, you'd likely have the same negative reaction to watching it be butchered as you would putting a whole dead animal in your mouth.
Perhaps you're right.
I think the reason is eating parts I don't normally eat. For example, I don't usually eat eyes or bones. (I recognize that this conversation is about oysters, which don't have bones (or maybe eyes, I'm not sure) in the way most animals I eat do, but my aversion extends beyond oysters.) Therefore, consumption of unusual (to me) body parts is upsetting, especially considering the lack of hygiene in many kitchens. For example, while I don't, my wife enjoys shrimp and has pointed out the lack of poop removal in several restaurants. Sounds pretty gross to me.
I've never eaten lobster, so I've never had to point at a living creature and say "feed me that"; I've never gone the H2G2 route and selected a section of meat from a living animal; I have occasionally looked at a cut of meat and thought it used to be part of something living and felt brief revulsion, but it hasn't yet stopped me from enjoying a meal. (That sounds like a sarcastic comment but wasn't meant to be.)
I don't eat crab because I'm allergic, but the idea doesn't disgust me (Marylandian that I am), so I don't think it's metaphorical or literal distance from the creature that causes me to object.
I recognize the moral position of vegans and others who object to the consumption of meat. I don't even necessarily disagree with them, other than that I don't think there's an objective morality in the universe. I just don't like eating things that my upbringing did not teach me to think of as edible.
Two more basically irrelevant things that amuse me to mention:
- I sure do love oyster crackers!
- You might enjoy Ryan Trahan's video about luxury restaurants that includes one making sure you interact with the animal that became your food.
I heard a thing in NYC was the immigrants could look for work, and if they didn't find anything they could go to the shore, get enough oysters to survive, and keep going.
So common, NYC streets were often paved with a mix of oyster shells.
That must've been giving off a wonderful aroma. Especially combined with the cholera squirts of the era and ever present urine stank
Local oyster place chunked the shells outside, covered the parking lot in fact. Attracted quite a feral cat population, but it didn't stink.
Also, I think you're confusing modern "stink" vs. 1800s NYC "stink".