Eatin' crazy crap

We got paid yesterday, so Greg and I went out and had some sea cucumber and grilled clams. I'd never eaten raw sea cucumber before (or cooked sea cucumber, for that matter). Greg's had it about five times now, and claims to have serious cravings for it. He described the texture as what you would imagine a human nose to feel like, and he wasn't joking. It's supposedly really healthy, and it doesn't taste too bad either, but it's not filling at all and for ten bucks each, I'll just go clams-only next time. Holy shit do I love clams. It was possibly the first time I got completely full eating only shellfish.

That whitish-purplish stuff is the sliced sea cucumber, and the pile of shells on the grill are the clams, conches, and oysters. The lady cooked it for us, as she kindly didn't want us to poison ourselves. The big thing on the right of the grill is one giant mollusk of some sort, chopped up and simmered in its own juice with onions, spices, butter, and garlic.