oystersI’m scrambling to get ready for a spate of radio interviews this week devoted to American Foodie. Many are at 5:00 A.M.—East Coast drive time. I’m seldom ready for an audience before 8:00 so this should be interesting.

At any rate, blogging may be light this week while I struggle to find ways of saying something  like this:

If you don’t love life you can’t enjoy an oyster; there is a shock of freshness to it and intimations of the ages of man, some piercing intuition of the sea and all its weeds and breezes. They shiver you for a split second. —Eleanor Clark

My son has been insisting that oysters on the half shell are nature’s finest gift to humanity. He has me persuaded.