I would have been shamed to leave the Myrtle Beach area without trying some fresh local seafood. We'd had plenty of landfood thus far and it was time to get serious.
I picked up a few dozen oysters at a little seafood shop. I didn't realize they'd be so fresh that they looked like they just come out of the mud. This was cool but it presented some labor ahead.
I hate Stella Artois so much. The only thing it had going for it was that idiots thought it was cool because it was imported.
I scrubbed all the crud off the oysters with a toothbrush. It was a lot of work.
I thought it was cool that there were little animals stuck to the oysters. Some of the them seemed to still be alive.
Getting them open was tough at first. I bought a shucking knife from the seafood store, but I didn't want to put too much pressure on the shells or they would shatter.
I decided to make oysters Rockefeller.
They were really damn good.
It was a sea creature massacre.
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