Today I saw a sign that did exactly what it was supposed to do. It caught my attention.I was walking through the Wednesday Farmer's Market in Santa Monica, and from among the tables of flowers, fruit and vegetables, this blue sign glimmered at me.
Come closer. Take a look at them, chilled on ice, their striped shells purple and cream and brown.
In the back, a man was shucking oysters as two men waited by a stand-up table that held a dish of lemon slices and a couple squirt bottles of sauce.
A snack to go. "Can I get one?" I asked the saleswoman. "One oyster shucked to eat here." I had two one dollar bills.
I love watching someone who knows how to do it right. The oyster was cut clean from the shell without a single bit of grit or dirt on the quivering morsel.
mmmmmmmmmm
ReplyDeleteyou know the best spots
when I make my trip out west (whenever that is LOL), I'm looking to you to hook me up with great street food!
nevA! nevA! But the horseradish I could do.
ReplyDeleteCheri - I googled Carlsbad after I got back to the office and there were some stories about that....Oh well. They were delicious and I'm not dead yet.
ReplyDeleteYum!!
ReplyDeleteOh, lordy. A little bit of heaven!!!
ReplyDeleteIt's definitely an art form - so cool that you recorded the process for us here!
ReplyDeleteAs ever, you seem to bring a special kind of magic to each theme. Cool!
Oh yum. I wish I had been there with you. I love oysters.
ReplyDeleteAnd, I sure am glad you aren't dead. ;-)
I don't like oysters. NOPE.
ReplyDeleteBut I ate a ton once because the horseradish was so fresh and strong and made my nose run. PERFECT. There was nothing else there in which I could partake of that gorgeous horseradish so I ate a few oysters loaded with the wonderful tangy stuff.
I probably won't do that ever again but the horseradish was worth every sufferable bite of the slimy things.