Day #1, update-
No, my friend got food poisoning.
No, I only eat Oysters in months ending with "R".
No, the oysters are sexy now and taste crappy.
No, we're too busy with the Limsterfest
No (my wife), I don't like oysters and there are things like laundry, vacuuming and housecleaning instead of bakeries, raw seafood and triple creams.
I started this in Chowhound and I'm heading to the Chowpound.
This will NOT look good on my resume. I might have to pull a Gilda Radner (for you "older" chowhounds) and say, "never mind-my bad!"
Let's see what Day #2 brings, because I'm really into self-shucking seashells down by the seashore with Chablis, Champagne and Chardonnay and my Chowhound chums.- Cheers.