Oy, oysters

I want to like oysters. I want to like anchovies for that matter but I just don’t. Oysters are not a favorite but I can tolerate them. When I was in Florida with my friend Carol, her son Chris took us out onto the Gulf for a sunset cruise with loads of birds and dolphins. And oysters. We had lovely shrimp as well so I didn’t starve. I did try an oyster. But it was a no go for me and it was probably for the best since Carol, Chris and Kal ate all the rest of them.

What struck me were the paroxysms of pleasure as the three of them happily slurped the filthy things down. I felt like it was a party and I was outside looking in.