Adventures in eating

I just remembered that I tried calamari last night. Well, it was called that on the menu. It's supposed to be squid apparently, but my parents insisted that what was actually on the plate was octopus. And no I do not want to know how you can tell the difference.

I don't know what came over me. I had a reckless moment. Or maybe it was the drinking red wine on a stomach of pineapple and maltesers. But as I sat there picking my way through my caesar salad starter, I found myself uttering those words..."Dad, can I try a bit?"

(In case you hadn't figured it out yet, I am not a fan of anything much that has ever been underwater. Or anything that is blue cheesey, spicy, hot etc etc)

So, my verdict is: alright taste - I'm not big on fishy sorta stuff but it was quite nice. The batter stuff that was on the outside was good. But the texture? Not so good. It just didn't feel right when I chewed it. The image of an innocent octopus that I had in my head probably didn't help, but I just didn't like how it felt to actually eat it. But hey, I tried. I'm the kind of person that doesn't like jelly on the basis that it tastes slippery, so weirdly textured foods are never going to be my favourite choice. I've come round to mashed potato though...
I must be growing up.