Pickled Herring. . . Yum?

When I was dating Robb I was introduced to many new things. One of the most unpleasant of these was pickled herring. The sound of it alone was horrible enough to know that I never wanted to try it, but to smell it. Goodness, I was pretty sure there wasn't any food that smelled quite so bad. The only time we ever have to be around this appetizer was during the holidays when at his family's Christmas gatherings. Robb himself does not partake thankfully so I don't have to worry about kissing pickled herring mouth. Yuck!

You might ask, where does this story take me? This year we spent Christmas evening at Robb's mother's house with his mom, grandparents, aunt, cousin, dad and his dad's wife. His dad and Dee were invited last minute when they had to cancel coming to Poulsbo at the last minute because of the snow. Robb thought it would be a great idea to bring some pickled herring with us and I agreed. Little did I know that later in the evening some might actually touch the inside of my mouth. If I had known, I never would have agreed.

Long story short, later in the evening Lindsey, Robb's cousin, was being coerced into trying some. In a last chance to get free from it she exclaimed, "If Jessica does it, I will." She figured she was pretty safe since the chance of me doing it was right up there with the possibility of the moon falling out of the sky. We all watched as her mother tried it.






Now Robb couldn't be shown up by his aunt so he ate one.

A little less harsh of a reaction almost made me wonder if he actually liked it. Thankfully, he assured me he did not.

His grandfather was very proud and was still trying to convince Lindsey to partake. She was still holding strong to her statement that if I did it she would, but they were still trying to convince her to do it.

I just couldn't take it anymore and said "Lindsey, you just can't think about it, you have to do it" and I stabbed a piece with a toothpick and popped it into my mouth, swallowing it whole. There was definitely not going to be any chewing. Now she was stuck. There was no option but eating a piece now that I had. and so she did only she chewed it. Brave girl!