OK, this would have vexed my bubbie Nanny Brown (Jewish grandma), who kept kosher, no end. Almost as much as me dating a Gentile guy.
Have to admit, I was just about to lose what little lunch I’d already consumed when I saw this staple on the menu in the Azores.
All I could think of was an image of the Titanic shipwreck covered in barnacles. And that guy Mike Barnicle.
Hey, so these marine animals are extra-clingy. I can identify.
Now that the introduction’s out of the way, here’s how to get intimate.
How to eat a barnacle
3) Savor the delicate meat, which sort of tastes like clams on the half shell.
Bom gosto! (As they say in Portugese, according to my Google translator.) So if you’re ridding your boat of those pesky barnacles, send ’em my way. (Sorry, grandma.)