Bivalves With Friends
Several decades ago, I got trapped in a storm at sea. The ocean spit me out bruised and bloodied. My friends decided to celebrate the passing of the storm that night with oysters, which I had never tasted before. The slime and ooze reminded me too much of the wounds I had acquired earlier that day. I never ate oysters again.
A friend from New York was visiting today and for some weird reason I suggested the one place where I probably wouldn’t eat anything. An oyster bar. Given my negative association with these bivalves, I expected to gag when they arrived at the table.
I decided to be an adult and give them a try. Perhaps I have changed. I want to be the kind of person that is fearless. Hopefully, I am not emerging from my chrysalis too soon.