Eating: Becoming Pro-Oyster

The first time I tried eating an oyster it didn’t go well. It was in my grandmother’s kitchen. Someone had bought a sack and my family was shucking and swallowing. My aunt talked me into trying one. It took another twenty years before I tried another raw one.

Luckily, I was never so squeamish about trying cooked versions. My dad ordered baked oysters at Mike Anderson’s. That would probably be my last meal if I could order more than one order. Later, I convinced myself to order the fried oysters at Bozo’s. That was about as perfect as a fried food could be. I started to rethink my whole concept on oysters.

Finally, with friends somewhere I decided to try raw oysters and concluded that when they are shucked for you they are the best fast food ever. Now, I can get enough of them.

Now, I feel like an evangelist for the oyster with my philistine family and friends. The day after our wedding we met with our family at Drago’s in the Riverside Hilton. I ordered a dozen charbroiled oysters. Only my dad seemed to be interested. Then they were delivered to our table. Cristina couldn’t ignore the smell of the melted parmesan and butter. She had to have one. Then her mom succumbed to the allure of the oysters. Finally, her sister’s boyfriend decided to have one. Only my mom and her sister refrained. I’ll convert them next time.

Wedding: The Great Adventure Begins

First of all, let us apologize for the long pause in our blog, but we do have a very good excuse. Weddings demand all your free time the couple of weeks before the big day especially if you are the wedding planners as we were. Also, timing a wedding with the closing of the school year for two teachers might not have been the smartest idea.

Yet not only did we survive but our big day was about as perfect as a day as you can get.

The church was beautiful, the service was perfectly executed, the food at the reception was fantastic, and the music was the perfect mix for everyone present.

We’ve have lots of things to write about to catch up including lunch at Drago’s, a supper at Ohana’s in Disneyworld, and of course our cruise. Don’t worry; we will only talk about our shore excursions and the food on the cruise. This is a kid friendly blog after all.

I’m just glad we choose not to go to Vancouver.