Day 217: Oyster

The only time I've ever enjoyed oysters (enjoysters?) is when I have had a lot of wine, or beer, or other alcoholic beverage. I considered taking Alex to Montage for an oyster shooter but I knew he wouldn't want to be in public for such a disgusting thing.

I also opted for pan-frying the oyster instead of giving him a raw, gelatinous mess. I soaked the sucker in buttermilk and Sriracha, and then dredged it in seasoned flour and cornmeal. I'm sure it was totally legit as far as pan fried oysters go.

It made Alex want to die. He kept it in his mouth much longer than I thought he would. But soon, he spit it out and ran off to chug mouthwash. He hated the briny, fishy taste. At least the shell was pretty.