vacay, part III.2

Some of you may remember my opinion of oysters which is not much. Raw or cooked. Well, I've only ever had them cooked via fried oysters and though I can choke a couple down, I still don't care for them all that much.

So when the plan for a dinner of oysters was floated, I was less than enthusiastic but y'all go ahead on, I'll find something to eat.

And so, after lunch on Monday, we headed to Wheeler to buy the oysters.

Leigh and Denise, Natalie and Terri waiting to place their orders.

Waiting for oysters, it took nearly an hour as they were very busy. You could eat them there but we got ours to go. The little store, in front of which Abi is sitting below, reminded me of the little Seven Seas grocery/bait shop on the far west end of Galveston Island when I was a kid, back before they expanded and remodeled after that part of the island became more populated.

Late in the day, though sunny, the wind was very cold. Eventually, most of us migrated to the bench, laughing and being loud, and one of the employees remarked that we were having far too much fun as he walked past.

Back at the house our resident bartender fixed us up while dinner was being prepared.

Abi scrubbed the shells while Natalie roasted them on the grill. They would steam in their own juice til the shells popped open.

Catharine and Leigh and Denise and Terri testing the fare.

Our hostesses Terri and Catharine.

Dinner.

With a lot of coaxing, they even got me to try them and I'll be darned if they weren't pretty good...a little melted butter, a squeeze of lemon, a few drops of hot sauce...