Like many men, I grew up idolizing my dad. Sure, we had our disagreements as I grew up but most of the time he was my hero. He stood tall, was quick with a joke, admired and respected by many, and loved by me and my brother and sisters. He was a Coastie and I wanted to be on a ship like him. I joined the Sea Pilot Cadets when I was a boy instead of the Boy Scouts. I learned about sailing, tying knots, and the ways of the water, lessons that stayed with me throughout my life. I watched every show that had to do with fishing and sailing, even SpongeBob. It seemed whenever someone got in trouble and got stuck with a job they didn’t like it was scraping the barnacles off of some ship.
Imagine my surprise when my wife brought these home.
Yup, that’s right, barnacles. Pretty but big, nothing like I’m used to seeing. Then she started telling me about this show she watched where the host ate barnacles. She said it took place in Chile and no, it wasn’t that guy on the Travel Channel who eats anything and everything even eyeballs.
I volunteered to cook that night……burgers and fries. No barnacles. Gotta watch that woman.
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