Oysters and oysters and oysters and oyst...
Our last trip out before starting back to work at the farm. What a great trip. We rented a cabin on the beach and feasted. And relaxed. And rejuvenated ourselves.
p.s. A half bushel of oysters is just enough for two. Heh, heh.
posted by javaseeker at 7:24 PM
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Ha! I've been waiting for you to resurface.
I grew up in Boynton, my mom grew up in Ringgold. My granny lived for years in Rabbit Valley (the west side of White Oak Mtn. north of Ringgold). I spent a lot of time hiking up that mountain when I was a kid.
I can't remember what 'net path I followed that dumped me here, but I've been checking back every so often.
All this, I guess, just to say, "Hi."
I think I could do that many oysters myself! If I could eat them raw which really just isn't safe anymore. But rockefeller is wonderful. Hmmm, maybe for my birthday. Good to "see" you!
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