For as long as I’ve held an opinion on the matter, I’ve disliked oysters.
My first experience with them was as a main ingredient in a casserole. It was a dish of unappetizing, crusty brown…something…dotted by pale, rounded, rubbery oblongs that smelled of smoke and tasted of oily tinned fish.
I did not have a second experience.
Until last Sunday.
At which point, I thoroughly revised my opinion. (more…)
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