Wildlife Ecology Major turned Lawyer.
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Native Floridian transplanted to Southwest Georgia.
Handmade- and Locally-Minded.
Small Southern Town Enthusiast.
Just living life meal to meal in Southwest Georgia.
You can also find me over at Maiden South!
oysters & pearls: an explanation
Oysters themselves hold a special place in my heart. Oysters bring back memories of Christmas Day at my grandparents, and my Poppie’s medicine bottle full of pearls. It reminds me of my husband Wheat, and the night we hit it off over a dozen raw at Reagan’s Raw Bar in Mexico Beach, Florida. It’s symbolic of the rural “Forgotten Coast” I grew up on, but it’s also a universal connection to the sea and to each other. Oysters are a gathering food, and one of life’s greatest simple pleasures is getting together to eat a bushel.
And as for the pearls… what Southern girl worth her salt doesn’t have a set?
“As I ate the oysters with their strong taste of the sea and their faint metallic taste that the cold white wine washed away, leaving only the sea taste and the succulent texture, and as I drank their cold liquid from each shell and washed it down with the crisp taste of the wine, I lost the empty feeling and began to be happy and to make plans.”
– Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast
“Give me oysters and beer every day of the year, and I’ll be fine. Lord, I’ll be fine.”
– Jimmy Buffet