Ode To Oysters
I don’t remember where or when I tasted my first raw oyster, but I DO remember that it was a game changer. Plump and juicy, redolent of the sea, a tender resistance in the chew…..it was love at first bite, if not sight. Being raised in a good Catholic family, we did the fish-on-Friday thing. Typically it was either frozen fish sticks, a tuna noodle casserole or smelts, small sardine-sized fish, intact but for their heads, coated in bread crumbs and baked on a cookie sheet in