Oysters

I think oysters are a type of food that you either love or hate.  Myself, I love them.

A conversation about food with Sonnet brought this story to mind.

My son and I had brought some oysters to the tavern owned by a friend and together with some he already had, his wife prepared them and we put them out on the bar.  Deep fried with a bit of cocktail sauce, they were absolutely delicious.  There was enough that several baskets full of deep fried oysters were placed on the bar and most everyone was enjoying them.  Not everyone, but actually the majority.  My wife and daughter were not interested in them and ordered some deep fried cheese curds instead.  To each their own.  Like I said, I thought they were delicious.

After we had dug in, another friend came into the bar with his wife.  "Tom!" I said, "come over here and try some of these fried oysters!  They are great!"

"Oysters!" he replied enthusiastically, "I love oysters!  I make oyster soup every Christmas.  I love raw oysters!  I have never had deep fried oysters before!"  He strode over, ordered a beer, and tried an oyster.  "Wow!  These are really good!" he said, "Nothing like I expected! They are light and almost buttery!  Really Good!" as he ate 3 or 4 more, trying some with the cocktail sauce.  "Sonya!" he called for his wife, "come over here and try some of these deep fried oysters!  They are awesome!"

She walked over and picked one out of the basket, dipped it in cocktail sauce and took a bite.  She looked at me with an eyebrow raised as Tom polished off three or four more, and said, "These are good, but they are not oysters are they?"

I laughed and said, "Sure they are!  Rocky Mountain Oysters!  Beef testicles!"

The bar pretty much erupted and Tom, caught very much by surprise in mid bite of what was probably his tenth slice of "oyster" glared at me, finished the piece and stormed out of the bar.  I think even Sonya was laughing at that point.  He collected himself outside and returned shortly and called me a bastard.  I am sure he believed I was too, until I bought him a beer.

I love the other kind of oysters too.