Oyster Time

Special treat for today with a handful of fresh oysters from the fish counter at the local supermarket.
It's not quite the same as sitting outside at restaurant or bar in a Mediterranean port, but I still get a pleasure from them.
I cannot remember when I developed a taste for the delicacy and over the years I have never lost the taste for them.
On occasions of working trips to London, I invariably made my way to one of the oyster bars just off Piccadilly before heading back to the train home. And then there was the time we were invited on a cross-Channel ferry voyage by the ferry company. The car deck had been turned into a huge help yourself buffet, and to give a flavour of what you might find in Normandy there was the traditional oyster man on board.  Queues for the buffet were quite long, so lunch for me was a few oysters.
Maybe my catch from Waitrose today does not have quite the same allure. But the flavour of the oysters?   Yum!