As a first gen American of Italian immigrants the house saw a lot of fish. Clams, oysters and mussels did nothing for me as I was forced to gag over them nor as an adult where I could choose. Abalone ranks the same. That said, my dear Mother would bread oysters, fry them and feed them to my two older son's (then 4 and 6) telling them it was chicken. They ate the hell out of them and still do 20 years later. Me? No.
