Danno, this was so frickin' funneeeee -- "My Dad alway said eat um up son, they will make your sticker peck out"
Mick, this was even more funnnnnnnneeeeeeee -- "Tried one raw once, it was like sucking down someone elses snot"
OK, it's storytime!!! You guys asked for it, now yo' gonna get it!!! I can't stand oysters, by the way, the smoked ones in the greasy little flat tins are wonderful!!! My Husband loves oysters, raw, down that hatch, IF ONLY THEY ARE FRESH, FRESH, Fresh....We lived in a town called Gibsons Landing, right on the water, eat oysters raw off the beach.
OK, so picture this. About 10 years ago we took our oldest Daughter and her husband out for a dinner. We went to a Korean restaurant, where you cooked your own food on a little grill thingy that was brought to the table. It was supposed to be an interesting night out, and yes it was. Now my Daughter is that connoisseur (thank goodness for google's spell checker). She remembers, as a tiny girl, accompanying her Grandfather and her young Auntie and Uncle (who were just a couple of years older than her, I was a child Mother, had her at 17 and my Bro and Sis were very young) along the beaches that were infront of their home. My Father was a beachcomber and always had oceany stuff going on.
Anyways, they would all eat the oysters, right off the beach, in the half shell, hee, hee, smiling, as so many people love to do. Personally, I think that raw oysters suck!!!
Getting back to the story, sorry that I digress so, but I have things to tell and things to see. Lissa thought that she would be tough and show off to her new husband that she can suck down a raw oyster. Well......willy my chilly. If that raw oyster didn't come right back up, into her mouth. She tried to regain her composure. Nope, her throat was having nothing to do with this slimey, creepy oystery thing that she was tyring to swallow. Upon the next attempt at swallowing, this freakin', frackin' oyster slipped right out of her mouth and back down onto her plate. Her husband was not impressed. I think that is why they split up just a couple of years later, smiling, no just kidding. They just didn't get along, smiling. Now, she has that New-And-Improved, like a few of us forum gals have, and I thank my lucky stars that she vomitted up that oyster, right onto her plate and turned that guy right off. Gruesome stuff, yep, yep, oh well, such is this life. Have that wonderfrul and most awesome day, life, health. Cindi
P.S. I sold a fellow a Muscovy duck for his Christmas dinner table. His gratitude was so high that he brought me over some of his homemade pickled herring. Holy smokin' holy smokers!!! That was a taste that was to end all. He has honed down this skill to nothing short of absolute perfection, and the amount of onions that he had mingled with that, oh, say no more. He is Danish, I am Swedish, think there is something to be said about these two breeds, hee, hee. My Grandmother was a master at the pickled herring too, got the little beasts right off the wharf and into the brine they went that very same day, oh I miss her and those special treats she would make for us......C.