As big as silver dollars, the oysters rest in their shells, lounging in their brine, waiting for a dollop of cocktail sauce, a tiny bit of horseradish, a splash of hot sauce and a saltine.
The oysters tonight were large. Huge in fact. These were so big that we could have easily cut some of them into four pieces and have had 4 good sized oysters. However, they weren’t salty enough. You know it’s a good oyster when it has that lovely salty, cold brine saturating it. Good stuff, but not as good as they could have been.
Given my first ever experience with oysters, it is funny to me that these days I love me some oysters. The first time I ever had oysters was in the Famous Murphy’s Oyster Bar. Downstairs. We were with Dax’s family, and Katherine decided that we all needed to do oyster shooters. When they came out on their tray, I remember being apprehensive. I told Rob (Katherine’s husband at the time) that I didn’t think I was going to be able to get all of that down my throat because the oysters were large. Of course, there was no not doing my oyster shooter.
I don’t know if it was that the oyster was actually that large or if I’d psyched myself out about it, but I choked on the oyster. It got caught about half-way down my throat, and it wasn’t coming out.
I don’t remember now how that situation was resolved. I couldn’t tell you if I eventually swallowed the whole thing or if I managed to choke it back into my shot glass. I do know that there was merciless teasing and the oysters that were supposed to be meant for me had to be eaten by someone else.
It was a long time before I tried oysters again, but I’m glad I did. As of now, there’s only 4 more months in the oyster season. Then it’s a four month drought without them. I’ve got to stock up before the end arrives.