What Did You Eat And Drink Last?

Montreal Smoked Meat on Rye, and Fresh Strawberry pie with real whipped cream (to make fresh strawberry pie? make crust, bake crust, fill with fresh strawberry's and glaze....)

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Oysters… Again. Just cooked, this time.

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A thousand years ago I used to go “camping” in the middle of a torrentially wet/icy winter, on the island studded coast, in an SUV/Ute… in oyster country. Islands lashed by storms. Enooooormous freaking oysters washed off the farm lines, to line the beach. Collect, pants rolled up, over icy legs, parkas damp. Hands and arms abraded by the climb up, legs & feet abraded by the rocky shore. Grill by fire. Along with the morning’s coffee. Eat in the Ute/SUV.

A thousand years ago -on another side of the world- I also used to have a dozen oysters for breakfast, every day; under spicy dawns, on bleach washed streets, the vendors & musicians out before starlight was taken over by dawn, brought to me by people up/showered/dressed in white/perfectly appointed (masochists). Cuban coffee / espresso, almost mainlined. But beautiful beautiful oysters, served by beautiful people, under beautiful dawns. Zip zero nada zilch effort on my part. Just brought the food & elixirs of the gods.

Oysters for breakfast.

Life is bliss.

Whether freezing fawking cold, in icy islands at night by fire… or stumbling out in PJ’s & sunglasses in a cinnamon pink New Orleans dawn.

Fawking love oysters.
 
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