We are off come Thursday for a bit of visiting on the salty shore and then house hunting back here. Ten days without a tie on.
I usually do not overly anticipate such things but when a small person asked just now what we are doing next weekend I realized I might be eating local oysters and all of a sudden I am all a twitter. Nothing like scraping the live little beasties off their shells and horking them down. I think horking down is the most accurate description.
Makes the prospect of shackling myself to a mortgage even palatable.
Comments
Gordo - April 10, 2006 10:49 AM
Gross ... Snot on a shell
Michael Demmons - April 10, 2006 1:38 PM
You spelled "twit" wrong. :-)
Alan - April 10, 2006 1:40 PM
I suppose you don't even eat dulce.
Gordo - April 10, 2006 3:09 PM
I tried once ... Ecch
Gordo - April 10, 2006 3:10 PM
Keep in mind, that I DO like beer ... So, I'm not all bad ...
cm - April 10, 2006 7:51 PM
No one should eat dulse. It tastes like old salted rubber bands.
Alan - April 10, 2006 8:00 PM
And I suppose you don't even eat old salted rubber bands.
Gordo - April 10, 2006 8:21 PM
CRUNCHY salted rubber bands ... shudder ...
Alan - April 10, 2006 8:26 PM
Old yellow ones that are cracked and look like year old mustard crust.
cm - April 11, 2006 9:06 AM
I may have to start waiting until after breakfast to catch up on the comments here.
Alan - April 20, 2006 9:58 AM
Just for the record, picked up a mixed dozen of three types of oysters at a spot on Commercial Street the name of which I can never rememeber.