I’m one of those girls that won’t eat an oyster unless there is the letter “R” in the month. Jim told me he almost died from an oyster. I think of this every time I stick one in my mouth. Since it’s now October I feel like it’s safe for me to start up my oyster addiction again. It’s been 6 months since I slurped one down, and tonight is my night. OH, I’m picturing it right now, an ice cold oyster with a scoop of cocktail sauce and an extra shred of horse radish on top…the best!
Lori and I are going out for our "Girls Dinner", we try to do this at least twice a month. I chose Cody Jacks, a very laid-back seafood house that reminds me of a shack. They give you beer in mason jars, which I love and fresh oysters in iced down buckets. The last time I went in they had a miniature pig in a ballerina tutu walking around and eating everyone’s crumbs. I was inches away from taking him home.
Enjoy your night, and I will enjoy mine. Oyster’s look out, here I come!