Mostly Food

That, my friends, is a nice little pile of Cedar Key oysters. Since Apalachicola oystering is not happening, north Florida has had to find other sources to feed our hunger for the salty bivalves. They are actually farming them in Cedar Key and I have to say that these were some gorgeous oysters and were salty and delicious too. 

I had planned on making my version of Oysters Rockefeller and thought I had frozen spinach which of course would be a poor substitute for the real thing but needs must. However, it turned out that no, I did not have any spinach in the freezer so Mr. Moon went down to the GDDG but they didn't have any either so he just hopped on the interstate to go to Publix. I texted him that he might as well get fresh spinach and a loaf of French bread while he was at it and by the time he got home I was just about finished chopping and sautéing shallots and garlic and artichoke hearts, and grating parmesan. 

He hopped to it and shucked a couple of dozen and laid them out beautifully on baking sheets on foil and I steamed the spinach and then mixed it with the other ingredients and also a little white wine, a little nutmeg, a little grainy mustard, and a drop or two of Worcestershire sauce. I gave each oyster a dollop of the green stuff, topped them all with the Parmesan and baked them in a hot oven. 
Oh my. 

Y'all- that was fit to eat. 

And I seem to have suffered no ill effects and have felt pretty darn good today with no pain. 

Still, I've been fairly lazy. 

This boy came out for a tiny visit while his papa helped Mr. Moon set up his printer with the internet and everything that entails. He also set up my phone and laptop in case I want to print something. Vergil is such a fine guy. So is Levon. Doesn't he look grown-up with his new haircut? 
He had been asking me if we could make bracelets. That boy loves to wear things on his wrist. And of course I said we could and was going to take the beads and elastic cord over there on Thursday but that didn't happen as my services were not needed. So while the men fussed with the printer, Levon and I picked the best beads and he made two bracelets and I made one for August with a sort-of rainbow theme because that is what he loves. They had to hustle on home because he had a piano lesson. August couldn't come because he had a dance lesson. 
Oh! The lessons! 

I gave Levon two fun-sized bags of M&M's that I found in the cabinet, one for him, one for brother, and off they went back to town. 

That truly was the high point of my week. 

I've done a little pot-holder knitting and I've made a soup of venison and vegetables because we need some vegetables. I mean, we ate spinach last night but that was hardly an adequate amount of nutritional vegetable matter. I'm sure we'll have a few more oysters too, but this time probably just grilled with a little parmesan on top. Mr. Moon does like them raw and I enjoy a few now and then but I feel safest eating them cooked. You have to buy them by the bag or half-bag and even the half is a lot of oysters and they definitely have a use-by date which is quite short so unless you're entertaining the masses, you have to eat 'em while you got' em. 

I believe that oyster stew will be coming up next on the menu. Mr. Moon's mother used to make it with basically nothing but oysters, milk, butter, and salt and pepper. Of course I have to mess it up with celery and potatoes and onions and sherry. He likes it that way too. 
Fried oysters are manna from heaven but Lord, I hate to fry. It's such a mess and it's NOT good for us. And I'm sorry but you just cannot air-fry an oyster. The ghost of some Louisiana woman would come and slaughter me in my kitchen if I tried that. I can and do air-fry chicken, okra, french fries, pork chops and fish but I just can't go there with oysters. 

It ain't right. 

Here's my soup. 

I feel this will sustain us. 

Love...Ms. Moon