A platter of raw oysters
I WAKE up consumed with burning desires and thoughts of food.
It does happen when I’ve been far out of familiar flavors. And it has happened quite a few number of times, especially now that I’m far from home. As time passes, I often find myself thinking about remembered flavors, which, truth be told, are almost always much better than I remember them.
Everytime I would go back home and attack, say, a platter of raw oysters tinged ever so lightly by just the squeezing of fresh lemon, I would find myself telling myself, “This has lost none of its charms.”
Plump. Juicy. Sweet. Briny. Perfect.
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