The Fourth of July is my favorite holiday.
Not Christmas. Not Easter. Not Halloween.
There are no gifts to buy for people I barely know. There are fireworks. Swimming. Time with family. Reflection on how awesome our country is.
An attempt. It was like grilling rocks.
I had very little idea what I was doing. We bought the oysters before we left the gulf. The conversation with the fish lady went something like this:
Me-I want some oysters for the grill.
Her-How far are you traveling?
Me-A while. Should I buy them on the half shell?
Her-Nah. Just throw them on the grill, and they’ll pop right open.
Me-Should I try to shuck them?
Her-Nah, you have to know what you are doing to do that.
Okie doak. It sounded easy enough. We took them home and warmed up the grill. Then, we threw them on the grill and watched. We had a mixture of butter, Romano cheese, and parmesean to top them with. It was gonna be awesome.
While we watched, they sat and sat and sat but never popped open. After a while, some of them shot out fast, thin streams of juice. We figured they were done then.
Some of them did open a little. Some of them opened easily with a little help. Some of them had to be pried with a fork. Some? I thought were going to require a hammer.
They never made it to the cheese and butter, but they were delicious anyway as was everything else at our Fourth grill out. We ended with peach ice cream and fireworks.
It was an experience at least. Time with family, food, and oysters-the Fourth is my favorite.
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