There’s one thing I forgot to mention about Jamaica the other day: I ate conch.
You know, that shell you hold up to your ear and it sounds like the ocean? There’s a creature that lives in those before they get washed up on the beach. I’ve never seen one, but I assure you they exist. Apparently, they’re a minor delicacy in some parts of the world, including Jamaica.
The meat tastes kind of like calamari, but slightly meatier. I ate it fried, served with a creamy Hollandaise-like sauce and plantains with a dry, fruity chardonnay. It was the best meal I had on the island, and one of the better I’ve had anywhere.
I knocked the resort for it’s mediocre food, but the conch was divine. Perhaps by comparison, but still, divine. Plus I was thinking of The Lord of the Flies the whole time. Piggy has the conch? Oh no, sir. I do, and it’s delicious.