Talkin' Shit About A Pretty Sunset

"If you don't love life, you can't enjoy an oyster; there is a shock of freshness to it and intimations of the ages of man, some piercing intuition of the sea and all its weeds and breezes. They shiver you for a split second." - Eleanor Clark
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Just got back from an oyster festival in Maryland where I gorged on a dozen and a half raw ones with horseradish, hot sauce and lemon.

The more a food can be eaten in its raw, natural state, the better. And when it tastes so perfect in that state, it's clearly god's way of telling us, "I've put these here for you, my dear. For you." That one-of-a-kind texture of sea-salty, lemony Chesapeake oysters with a dab of horseradish, chased with a cold 16 ounce beer, makes my eyes roll back in my head and forces the world to escape me. No thoughts exist. My body undergoes pure seafood sensation and I revert to some primordial version of my pre-oyster self for a split second.

I've heard rumors that there are those on this earth who do not think that raw oysters are one of the best foods in the world. I feel sorry for those deprived people and thank the lord that I grew up on a coast.