But the challenge was set and this morning I popped over to the fish shop after the gym and purchased myself 5 fresh oysters. Not five because I anticipated enjoying the first so much I'd like to try a second though. The extras were so I could coax Owen into trying one as well, and the others as 'spares' just in case something went, well quite frankly, wrong.
Gladly, nothing went wrong, and we now have three spare oysters in our fridge. Anyone want them? I don't think I'll have another one. But we might just try a cooked variety!
Hahahaha!
ReplyDeleteSalty, chewy, snot!!
You're a braver man than I old mate. I can't stand the bloody things!!