ok so I'm sitting around outside on the patio with a cooler full of 4+1/2 dozen iced oysters and ok far too many beers for many many many hours...knife in hand and a palm full of well-broken in hot pads, with a new friend watchin' the afternoon sun go down...
>>> but hey it's a month without an R so I'm curious now what's up with that besides yeah more than 1/2 of my little oysters (3 different types even) are uh sporting dark reddish egg sacks (interesting side note> oysters sometimes change sex after spawning...in particular, young males often become egg-producing females)
so> still yummy and actually quite spectacular (except for that bad choice of lemon on the leetle miyagi ew gack) and my question is this: why the warnings about eating them in months with an R? I mean they're all farmed so it's not like I'm not allowing them to naturally reproduce. some friends said oh you'll get sick, but nope, no sick. others said ew that'll taste gross, but nope, no difference in flavor at all and btw you people are not invited next time either. others were sure that I'd sprout my own pelecypod pregnancy like that mythical swallowed watermelon seed but I haven't noticed that I've become an oyster farm, despite newfound maternal instinct for my new niece & nephew (go bro!)
so what gives? anyone?
>>> but hey it's a month without an R so I'm curious now what's up with that besides yeah more than 1/2 of my little oysters (3 different types even) are uh sporting dark reddish egg sacks (interesting side note> oysters sometimes change sex after spawning...in particular, young males often become egg-producing females)
so> still yummy and actually quite spectacular (except for that bad choice of lemon on the leetle miyagi ew gack) and my question is this: why the warnings about eating them in months with an R? I mean they're all farmed so it's not like I'm not allowing them to naturally reproduce. some friends said oh you'll get sick, but nope, no sick. others said ew that'll taste gross, but nope, no difference in flavor at all and btw you people are not invited next time either. others were sure that I'd sprout my own pelecypod pregnancy like that mythical swallowed watermelon seed but I haven't noticed that I've become an oyster farm, despite newfound maternal instinct for my new niece & nephew (go bro!)
so what gives? anyone?