As a teen I worked at a gas station that also had a "fish market" on the side. This was about one mile from the coast. A few times a year, we'd get in raw oysters in these plastic gallon jugs. I stole a whole gallon one evening ( I think the price of a gallon was $50 or so at the time) and took it home to fry since I knew my parents would be out late "dancing". I had never fried oysters before, but I had seen it done before. Can't be hard. Dumped oil in a pan and set it on the stove. Dug through the pantry, all through the pantry, found no flour. But found a bag of corn starch. I mean, what the heck is flour? Is flour corn starch? It sure looked the same. Breaded up several fist fulls of oysters in egg and corn starch and fried it up. It was very unsatisfying. Clearly corn starch is not "flour". I forced myself to eat more, I'm a big man. But only felt sicker. Threw everything out into the canal behind the house. Then the next day realized that even though I had the gallon jug in three trash bags on the ride home in my car, it still leaked and the car was forever oyster tainted.
In hindsight, I'm pretty sure my mom probably did have flour in the pantry, it was probably just in a vase or something, I was looking for a bag that said "flour" on it

If people eat corn starch for fun, they are retarded,