Same country, different worlds
I had some fresh New England lobster last night at a friend’s house. The girl who brought the lobster up from her home in Rhode Island thought it was funny that I was adverse to eating clams raw.
She also mentioned that her parents have a test for all the guys she brings to meet them or girls her brother brings: They have to like raw clams. Besides the fact that raw clams sounds more like a euphemism than an appetizer, it also made me think of how different the Northeast is than the South/Midwest.
I think my parents would faint if I brought home some vegetarian that complained about hunters. For my parents, he’d have to at least like to hunt pheasant, not mind fishin’ with my dad (so know how to bait a pole and pick out the right jig or grub or lure for the right fish and probably know how to clean it) and certainly know how to cook a steak. I am positive neither of my parents have ever had raw clams.
Hell, I'm lucky I got away with bringing a Catholic home.