In my family it has long been a tradition on New Year's Eve to have a bowl of oyster stew for luck.
Now, don't get me wrong - tradition can be nice, but oyster stew isn't.
Nice that is.
It's the nastiest foodstuff there is. I grew up eating a few bites of this every New Year's Eve despite the taste, the nasty, nasty taste.
I shudder to think of it.
Why did I do it?
Tradition!
I got over it.
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