one thing that I miss about living in Charleston is access to fresh seafood, especially oysters. now, living in a landlocked state, I must be content with a faithful pack of Crown Prince. Crown Prince sort of sounds like a brand of cigarettes.
picked up a dozen oysters on a whim this week. whenever i feel like a light snack i shuck a few over the kitchen sink and serve with mignonette and a dash of sriracha. feels special.
This fits into a wider category of things I enjoy starting with the ocean, seaside towns and piers, swimming… but oysters weirdly are like a bite sized version of how intoxicating the ocean can be. Not all oysters are created equally. Some are a little sketchy, underwhelming, or just a nice snack you pretend to like more than you do because you probably paid a pretty penny to have them. But, when an oyster is just right, extremely fresh, full of depth and brine, it sends the ocean straight to your dome, behind your eyes. You can taste the whole sea in it, you can almost even taste the swimming - dunking your head and getting a little seawater up your nose. It’s a full body thing. After four or five oysters like that you can take over the world, or just have really good sex.
even if its delusional, I really do love the idea of trusting that all of the perceived hardships, anxieties, and lessons ultimately lead to a path that's catered to our individual needs for growth and learning. maybe I am detaching from reality in an effort to cope, but I truly am starting to believe that miracles (big and small) happen daily and that we will all be ok in the end. attention and intention are everything.
