Growing up in a landlocked state in the middle of the continent (smack dab in the middle; the geographic center of North America is just north of my hometown), I did not encounter much seafood other than the occasional frozen shrimp. However, when I moved much closer to the coast following my college graduation, I quickly made up for the deficit in my formative years. I enjoyed everything from tiny mussels to large king crab legs, but my favorite were scallops. I adored their delicate texture and sweet, briny flavor.

Seared sea scallops with gingered pea purée and cilantro gremolata from Food52

However, my love affair with scallops and other shellfish encountered an obstacle not long after it began. It started with a bad reaction to linguini with clam sauce. I will spare you the gory details but suffice it to say it involved gastrointestinal discomfort. I shrugged it off as possible food poisoning. Unfortunately, I had the same issue the next time I ate seafood, this time my beloved scallops. I was beginning to suspect that food poisoning was not the problem. A dish of steamed mussels (one of the best meals I have ever eaten) resulted in the same issue. However, reluctant to give up one of my favorite foods, I tried scallops again, and you can guess what happened. This time I knew definitively that it was me and not the seafood because a dining companion ate the same dish without incident.

I don't know why I developed this reaction or whether it extends beyond mollusks, but to be safe I have avoided shellfish in the years since. This became easier when I moved back to the heartland a few years ago, but when I see posts like the one on Gourmet Traveller titled "27 scallop recipes for shellfish lovers", I am reminded of the loss. At this point, even writing about scallops makes me queasy. If I didn't love food and cooking so much it might be a trifling annoyance, but I grieved when I realized an entire section of delicious food was off limits, especially since I had such a small window of time to enjoy it. (I realize this is a miniscule tragedy in a world filled with enormous ones.) Paradoxically, this experience made me even more eager to try unfamiliar foods, so the loss may have allowed me to taste more items than I would have otherwise. I suppose that is the silver lining to this cloud. It's also a reminder to savor your favorite foods each and every time you eat them, because one day they could be only a faint taste memory.