Posted on 08/05/2025 6:36:24 AM PDT by Red Badger
(Carnac, holding envelope to forehead): The bravest man in the world.
(opening envelope) Who was the first man to eat an oyster?
Finally, a National Holiday that makes sense! Everyone can appreciate the grace, beauty, strength, and excellence of Oyster Yachts,,,,, even if they are British.
I thought you’re supposed to stay away from eating oysters in the months without an R, meaning May, June, July, and August. At least in the US.
Canned oysters are fine any time.
And the reason you’re not supposed to eat them in those warm months is that is their mating season...........
Often experimented with the Thanksgiving Dressing. Once with oysters, okay, when I eat oysters they should be alone.
My grandmother made an oyster stuffing for the Thanksgiving turkey - never tried making it...
I like them but do not love them, like other members of my family who order them constantly.
They are a bit slimy...
The Walrus and the Carpenter
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By Lewis Carroll
“The sun was shining on the sea,
Shining with all his might:
He did his very best to make
The billows smooth and bright —
And this was odd, because it was
The middle of the night.
The moon was shining sulkily,
Because she thought the sun
Had got no business to be there
After the day was done —
“It’s very rude of him,” she said,
“To come and spoil the fun.”
The sea was wet as wet could be,
The sands were dry as dry.
You could not see a cloud, because
No cloud was in the sky:
No birds were flying overhead —
There were no birds to fly.
The Walrus and the Carpenter
Were walking close at hand;
They wept like anything to see
Such quantities of sand:
If this were only cleared away,’
They said, it would be grand!’
If seven maids with seven mops
Swept it for half a year,
Do you suppose,’ the Walrus said,
That they could get it clear?’
I doubt it,’ said the Carpenter,
And shed a bitter tear.
O Oysters, come and walk with us!’
The Walrus did beseech.
A pleasant walk, a pleasant talk,
Along the briny beach:
We cannot do with more than four,
To give a hand to each.’
The eldest Oyster looked at him,
But never a word he said:
The eldest Oyster winked his eye,
And shook his heavy head —
Meaning to say he did not choose
To leave the oyster-bed.
But four young Oysters hurried up,
All eager for the treat:
Their coats were brushed, their faces washed,
Their shoes were clean and neat —
And this was odd, because, you know,
They hadn’t any feet.
Four other Oysters followed them,
And yet another four;
And thick and fast they came at last,
And more, and more, and more —
All hopping through the frothy waves,
And scrambling to the shore.
The Walrus and the Carpenter
Walked on a mile or so,
And then they rested on a rock
Conveniently low:
And all the little Oysters stood
And waited in a row.
The time has come,’ the Walrus said,
To talk of many things:
Of shoes — and ships — and sealing-wax —
Of cabbages — and kings —
And why the sea is boiling hot —
And whether pigs have wings.’
But wait a bit,’ the Oysters cried,
Before we have our chat;
For some of us are out of breath,
And all of us are fat!’
No hurry!’ said the Carpenter.
They thanked him much for that.
A loaf of bread,’ the Walrus said,
Is what we chiefly need:
Pepper and vinegar besides
Are very good indeed —
Now if you’re ready, Oysters dear,
We can begin to feed.’
But not on us!’ the Oysters cried,
Turning a little blue.
After such kindness, that would be
A dismal thing to do!’
The night is fine,’ the Walrus said.
Do you admire the view?
It was so kind of you to come!
And you are very nice!’
The Carpenter said nothing but
Cut us another slice:
I wish you were not quite so deaf —
I’ve had to ask you twice!’
It seems a shame,’ the Walrus said,
To play them such a trick,
After we’ve brought them out so far,
And made them trot so quick!’
The Carpenter said nothing but
The butter’s spread too thick!’
I weep for you,’ the Walrus said:
I deeply sympathize.’
With sobs and tears he sorted out
Those of the largest size,
Holding his pocket-handkerchief
Before his streaming eyes.
O Oysters,’ said the Carpenter,
You’ve had a pleasant run!
Shall we be trotting home again?’
But answer came there none —
And this was scarcely odd, because
They’d eaten every one.”
My favorite is battered/breaded and fried. Eating raw oysters is like playing Russian Roulette with your food..............
(Carnac, holding envelope to forehead): The bravest man in the world.
(opening envelope) Who was the first man to eat an oyster?
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Lol. Carson was great as Carnac.
I braved eating a fried oyster once and never again.
Used to serve them and clams on half shell at Omni hotels- used to schmuck em to order. Cut myself real bad schucking one one, bled all over dining room floor. Did manage to get pretty good at it after awhile though. Used to eat the leftovers because they couldn’t be sold next day. Had to have “fresh” every day.
Today’s ‘fresh’ is tomorrow’s ‘stew’................
Bkmk
Like someone hocked a loogie...
*** And the reason you’re not supposed to eat them in those warm months is that is their mating season...........***
Yes, wouldn’t that make them taste a little off?
P.S. To my knowledge, I’ve never eaten a canned oyster.
I have. They’re not bad................
The first person to ever eat a raw oyster had to be really really hungry!!!
Was probably Chinese................
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