I Ate an Oyster and I liked It

by Angela aka Farmer Jane on January 12, 2013 · 0 comments

Okay, the song playing in my head AFTER I ate my first oyster was “I kissed a girl and I liked it” and let me tell you, the song has been playing in my brain ever since.

I didn’t know what to expect from eating oysters, and I tried to keep my expectations to a minimum just in case I didn’t like them. By the way, I didn’t just like them, I LOVED them.

Eating oysters that were flown in fresh from Maine was decadent. I mean really, fresh oysters in the middle of the high desert?

I don’t know what to do with myself now. I feel ruined forever due to my new found love for oysters.

Something deep inside of me sprung to life a few weeks ago when I started craving foods I’ve never eaten before. Oysters and caviar are the two foods I’ve been craving most. What the heck is that? Why do I want these foods, and WHY do I love oysters now?

I’ve eaten clams in different ways, but I could pass them up if they were offered. I do love me some mussels (we had them last night too!) but of all the seafood I’ve ever tried, oysters now have taken hold of my soul and won’t let go.

See? Who talks like that about food? I feel like a weirdo! I woke up this morning thinking of oysters and trying to figure out how many I want, which locations I would procure them from (yes I did the research on oysters from the far north on the west and east coast), and wondering what the most amazing white wine from northern France would be to pair it with. I want to have a crazy party just so I can order an insane amount without feeling guilty.

So what did raw oysters taste like? I’m glad you asked…

When they brought out the metal tray filled with ice and topped with oysters, I must admit I was intimidated. I looked at these strange beings resting naked and exposed wondering why they were calling to me. I was sitting across from Dom and his eyes were wide with anticipation as he picked up the lemon to squeeze it over the oysters. Even though this wasn’t his first time eating oysters (yes he loves them) it was the first time I would be eating them and experiencing them with him.

He told me to pick up the shell, put a little topping on it and eat it right off the shell. I put the shell up to my nose to smell it, but the only scent that existed was the faint salty smell of the ocean. It didn’t smell fishy in anyway. I love the ocean and the humid breezy salty air, and smelling the oyster brought me right to the edge of the beach where the ocean kisses the land.

I put the oyster in my mouth, and it was like tasting fond memories of my time on the beach. The taste was creamy, sweet and buttery, without a hint of anything offensive or rubbery. The oyster was so soft it just seemed to melt in my mouth. I thought for sure I’d get some sort of vein or other gritty sandy feeling in my mouth, but it never happened.

After that first oyster I was hooked. No other food has ever evoked such emotion in me. It felt like the ocean kissed me deeply for the very first time in my life. Even as I write this, I can’t properly put into words what I experienced.

Food cravings are a strange thing. I wonder what kind of emotional reaction I’ll have to caviar? I’m not an emotional eater, but now I’m sure that’s all changed. I don’t eat when I’m bored, happy, sad, angry, or nervous, however, whenever I feel I miss the ocean deep inside, I now know what will satisfy my heart’s deepest longing to return to the sea…it’s an oyster.

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