My aunt in Texas, when she did the hazing things, they had girls swallow oysters. They'd wrap an oyster in dental floss, swallow them, and then pull them back up.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I really like oysters, and I won't eat them alone. They're just a weird thing to eat by yourself.
If you go back in American history, oysters were the food of poor people. New York was filled with oyster saloons in the 1800s.
If I want my daughter to try something, I eat it in front of her repeatedly without forcing the issue and, with some trial and error, the world is our oyster!
When I used to do the Edinburgh Festival, there was a bunch of guys selling fresh oysters and I'd eat ten daily - marvellous.
You don't do oysters and red wine together. That's a no-no; you just don't do that. I love a nice white wine with oysters.
I have invited our little seamstress to take her thread and needle and sew our two mouths together.
No oyster in the world tastes as good as a Gulf oyster.
I can remember being in my pram: children stayed in their prams much longer then than they do now. A big bouncy pram with black covers and a hood with metal clips that could trap your fingers. I was looking up at my sister who was sitting on the pram seat, with her back to me.
Get action. Seize the moment. Man was never intended to become an oyster.
According to my mother, there pretty much wasn't anything I wouldn't eat as a child. Not just try, but eat. I was even inclined to dig into stuff about which she expressed open disgust - lobster and other shellfish, and cheap Chinese food with pepper so hot it made your gums feel like a medieval dentist had been at them.