Oysters 'n' Hot Sauce? Yeah Baby!
Deep Down in Florida: Last Oyster Chance?
Record breaking-never-seen-unreal 106 consecutive days of below 80 degrees. This is the first time we've been riding in tees here since before Christmas. This time of year, Oysters are at their peak. As the water warms, they get all nasty, and it's illegal to take them in the summer. Thanks to polluting septic tanks, the last of the oyster beds in my area have been shut down for good, so now instead of taking the boat to some out of the way shoreline, it's a trip way out to the redneck grocery store for a bushel. $32 gets you a big old burlap sack of single, whole, so called "select" slimeys, local slang for oysters and when in season, king fish. The oysters are only slimy if you suck 'em down raw. Back in the razor 'n' tie era of the 1980's there was a nearby bar where the c-----e cowboys would snort 'em raw, up the nose. Yeah, I know.. We prefer a big old charcoal grill, about the size of a 50 gallon drum, tin foil covered cookie sheets, and bake at 500 until they pop open... Dip the little (and sometimes large) suckers in melted garlic butter, cocktail sauce, or hot sauce, over a cracker or chunk of home made bread, and brothers and sisters... it don't get no better. This will be a good day. Anyone want to bet we can't kill a whole bushel?
Record breaking-never-seen-unreal 106 consecutive days of below 80 degrees. This is the first time we've been riding in tees here since before Christmas. This time of year, Oysters are at their peak. As the water warms, they get all nasty, and it's illegal to take them in the summer. Thanks to polluting septic tanks, the last of the oyster beds in my area have been shut down for good, so now instead of taking the boat to some out of the way shoreline, it's a trip way out to the redneck grocery store for a bushel. $32 gets you a big old burlap sack of single, whole, so called "select" slimeys, local slang for oysters and when in season, king fish. The oysters are only slimy if you suck 'em down raw. Back in the razor 'n' tie era of the 1980's there was a nearby bar where the c-----e cowboys would snort 'em raw, up the nose. Yeah, I know.. We prefer a big old charcoal grill, about the size of a 50 gallon drum, tin foil covered cookie sheets, and bake at 500 until they pop open... Dip the little (and sometimes large) suckers in melted garlic butter, cocktail sauce, or hot sauce, over a cracker or chunk of home made bread, and brothers and sisters... it don't get no better. This will be a good day. Anyone want to bet we can't kill a whole bushel?
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