While Kumamoto oysters are delicious, they are a total bitch to open. Not that I picked up a knife myself, but I watched as my friend Kate had at it. They look like rocks and trying to figure out where they open is only half the problem. Getting the knife in without shattering the shell or injuring yourself is the rest of it.
Chestnut honey (made from the flowers of chestnut trees, as opposed to chestnuts and honey) is considered a delicacy by some, but is far too funky tasting for most people. Especially when made into Chestnut Honey Ice Cream. Everyone hated it, including me. If I make ice cream again next year, I’m sticking with Vanilla.
Whether they think they do or not, everyone loves deviled eggs. At least everyone who eats eggs. I made two kinds this year: curried deviled eggs with scallions and cilantro; and a French-i-fied version with duck fat (no worse for you than butter) that gave them a nice smoky flavor. That said the curry ones were better.
Speaking of, though easier to handle than Kumamotos, peeling eggs is also a real pain. That last little bit of shell always want to hang on and take a big chunk of the white with it. My deviled eggs were delicious, but not the prettiest ever.