It’s no secret that I love sea food of almost all kinds. So do my leading ladies. Sophie is quite famous for her addiction to all things prawn and lobster. However, there was a gap in my seafood repertoire. Or my mollusc repertoire, to be precise. Oysters.
I’ve always fancied the idea of oysters, but I’d never gotten round to trying any. And then I started overthinking the whole thing and decided I could live quite well without. Until, that was, I put oysters into Alex and Casey’s mouths:
That’ll teach me not to try.’ Alex felt stupid for a moment, but then he succumbed to the funny side.
‘I haven’t had woman yet,’ he gulped. ‘Gosh, what must he be thinking?’
As if on cue, the waiter reappeared. He set down a large plate of fresh oysters on the table and smiled widely.
‘On the ‘ouse. For the ‘oney-mooners.’ He turned and spoke directly to Alex. ‘So you can ‘ave woman tonight.’ He placed air quotation marks around “‘ave”. Alex gaped at him open-mouthed while Casey snorted into her napkin once more.
Alex felt heat rising from the tips of his toes right up his body and into his head. His ears burned with embarrassment. It took him several seconds before he could speak.
‘Did he… Did he think… He didn’t think I was asking for an aphrodisiac, did he?’
Casey lifted her shoulders. She reached across the table to squeeze his hand. ‘I wouldn’t worry about it.’ She dropped her voice to a whisper. ‘Maybe you’ve inadvertently hit on the secret phrase to get free oysters in this place.’
Alex was still in shock. ‘But this is so… it’s so… it’s rude!’
‘Shh,’ Casey admonished him. ‘Now you’re being rude.’ She gave his hand a final stroke before she released her grip and sat back. Tentatively, she poked at one of the oysters with an index finger. The slimy centre of the mollusc quivered at her touch, and Casey yelped softly. ‘Eurgh! How can people eat these?’
From: 7 Years Bad Sex by Nicky Wells.
Now I wrote that scene without ever having tasted oysters, and that didn’t sit well with me. How could I be sure that Alex and Casey would feel about these squidgy little things in the way I described? How could I even be sure that they are squidgy little things?
So during a recent family holiday to France, I bit the proverbial bullet and had a go. It helped that we found ourselves with some very good French friends in Arcachon, the very oyster capital of France. Here goes…
First, the shucking…
Next, the presentation.
Lastly, the eating.
The proof of the oyster is in the eating, yada yada. Ready, steady…
I survived! I didn’t shuck-them-up. And I didn’t end up in hospital, contrary to hubs’ dire prediction.
Would I eat them again? Sure! Would they be my first choice? Err… no. And what did I really think? Well, I put those words straight in Casey’s mouth, so you can find out for yourself…
Have you ever tried oysters? What did you think?
I actually wondered about this, Nicky. I’m not a fan of seafood of any sort…apparently my sense of smell won’t let me. But I’ve always been curious about oysters and the scene between Alex and Casey was great…just how I imagined oysters would taste. 😉 Go you for researching! ❤
Thanks so much, Brandee! I’ve to admit, I was terribly nervous about the possible after effects. Not **those** ones–no hope for that with kids and hubs more or less sharing a room at that point of the holiday anyway–but the illness related ones. But it was all good in the end, and I’m mighty proud I verified my facts. I’m ever so dedicated to my art! 🙂 XX
You’re supposed to chase them down with a shot of whisky or Scotch or something, aren’t you?
Oh my, I think my French friends would be horrified. It’s wine all the way, Anneli! LOL! Thanks for visiting and leaving a comment. XX
I’ll take the Scotch, thanks. I think I need something stronger to deal with raw oysters. 😉 (Apologies to the French!)