Oysters

On Christmas day, a friend gave me a dozen of the largest oysters I've ever seen. These were quickly turned into by far and away the best oyster stew we've ever had.

Song to Oysters
I like to eat an uncooked oyster,
Nothing's slicker, nothing's moister.
Nothing's easier on your gorge
Or, when the time comes, to dischorge.

But not to let it too long rest
Within your mouth is always best.
For if your mind dwells on an oyster ...
Nothing's slicker. Nothing's moister.

I prefer my oyster fried.
Then I'm sure my oyster's died.

- Roy Blount, Jr.