The World is My Oyster. The Oyster is My World.
A Dozen Fine Gulf Oysters (It's not my fault the shucker can't count!) "The time has come," the Walrus said, To talk of many things: Of shoes - and ships - and sealing wax - Of cabbages and kings." With the new Mississippi state flag finally approved and flying, my preoccupation with vexillology must sadly and fortunately come to an end. I'm cool with this, because I can go back to writing about books and food, both of which I find more filling. And at some point -- there being no time like the present -- I'm going to have to extol the virtues of another favorite food, oysters! So that's what I'm going to do! There will be other days to explore the strangeness of Mississippi politics and Southern Culture. Like two other favorite foods I've belabored on this blog -- grits and okra -- oysters have lovers and haters. Oyster lovers think these noble mollusks are among the finest victuals Mother Nature has bestowed upon us. Oyster haters think oy