So, I kinda felt bad about going to New Orleans and eating delicious food without my husband and son. Lauren brought her husband and son. And I just felt bad. So I got a crazy idea last night when I went to the asian grocery at Cap Cir and the Parkway. Right next door is this seafood market that sold oysters, so I thought I would buy some oysters and grill them up all New Orleans like. Plus one of my first memories was sitting my Dad and Nicole in the kitchen of our house, while he ate oysters with ketchup (which Nicole really liked). Plus Appalachicola oysters are the best in the world. Period. They are huge (the shells are about half the size of one’s palm) and they taste like the sea.
In the course of an hour and a half, I managed to shuck maybe 30 oysters, make a mess in the kitchen, gash the tip of my left ring finger open (in such a way that I bled for a while). And I dont know how I did it, but I have what appears to be about 5 paper thin cuts on my right thumb. Suffice to say, the oysters got away from me a bit.