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Twice in my life I've been served snapper soup, and both times were at gatherings of Southern women. The first was at a dinner at a KD convention in New Orleans, and we (the people at my table) didn't know what it was. It didn't look pretty, and I just assumed it was some kind of potage, but it was delicious. It was a big shock to a lot of us to find out afterward that we'd just eaten turtle, and I wondered if I would eat it again by choice, but the idea of eating turtle, even deliciously prepared turtle, is just too weird for me.
The other occasion was at a UDC luncheon, and I had to eat it to be polite. But I swear there won't be another time.
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