Oysters: A Love Story
Oysters: A Love StoryFebruary 11, 2013
I’m happy to report that this weekend marked a Southern rite of passage—my first Lowcountry oyster roast. It was a bare bones affair at a friend’s family cabin on Bennet's Point, one hour south of Charleston. A few big bags of oysters, saltines, Tabasco, and beer made for one heck of a good time, one where the dogs (including the strays) outnumbered the people three to one.
With February temperatures in mid-70s and hardly a cloud in the sky, it seemed like a good opportunity to blow the dust off of my fancy thirty-pound Nikon and take some photos of my new life and new friends here in Charleston.
That’s when it came to me: Why not kick off a series of blog posts on oysters, the most Southern of aphrodisiacs (if you're not counting bourbon) during the week of Valentine's Day?
Coming up later this week: the art of collecting antique oyster plates (did you know that some of them cost upwards of $3,000 per plate?) and a roundup of oyster-inspired objects for the home. In the meantime, enjoy these shots of my oyster–heavy weekend.