Let me count my blessings: our good ski friends Liz & Mike Moskowitz are oyster farmers. They grow, farm and direct ship the tasty little morsel known as the Swan Island Oyster.
What good luck! We get the message from Kevin that Mike and Liz are sending us oysters!
What bad luck! A blizzard hits NY, all flights are grounded and the Mosks can’t get to Snowbird.
What bad luck! From a planned Wednesday arrival, the word is that the Mosks can’t get here until Saturday night.
What torture! Do we wait for the Mosks to arrive before we sample these beauties?
Group vote: No. We don’t wait. They might spoil and that would be a crime.
What bad luck! We don’t have an oyster knife and although a screwdriver works, its not the preferred method for other than a desperation taste.
What good luck! Kevin goes down to our Lodge Bistro restaurant and cons the chef RJ into ‘lending’ us his oyster knife.
What good luck! Even though Jeff has never really shucked before, it turns out he’s pretty darn good at shucking. And he gets better and faster every night.
What good luck! We are eating oysters and watching the snow fall.
What even better luck! the Mosks arrive and we can finally have a full-blown Valentine’s Day oyster fest.
A large platter of perfection: briny, juicy, plump, crisp and just the right size, we have surround sound happy noises. Along with the inevitable debate on the best way to eat an oyster: with a fork (never!), with cocktail sauce (never!), slurped straight from the shell (always), with lemon juice (sometimes), with hot sauce (sometimes) with a shallot and red wine vinegar migonette sauce (in very small quantity).
Mountain life can be very, very good! And here's one of our Valentine's Day roses for you to enjoy. Just because the holiday is over, it doesn't mean that we can't still share the love.
By the way, how do you like to eat oysters??