Monday, March 14, 2011

Oysters with Charlie

My first and favorite memories with my dad include a sack of oysters.  I was less than two years old when he would drop the little ones in my mouth like I was a baby bird.  My mom would yell like crazy at him for giving it to me but we never let that bother us.  She would go about her business and so would we.

This my dear friends, is Charlie, my Pop and don't let the old undershirt or those shrimp boots fool you.  He is the coolest dude on the planet!  He is also responsible for the majority of the shucked oysters that wind up in my belly.  I can shuck my own now, it's the only manly thing I can do really.  But he still does it for me, because he' s my daddy and I'm his favorite.  At least when the others aren't around he tells me I'm his favorite.  However, I do have suspicions he tells my other siblings the same thing.  But I just ignore that possibility.
The orange hat he is wearing is seriously like 20 years old! 
Charlie doesn't believe in waste.  Because he is brilliant! 
The components above are a recipe for happiness!
The months with R's (oyster season months)  have always been the best, and those few months with out them are always spent in great anticipation of their return.

This is a chest full of wonderful yumminess!  
You just have to look past the dirty and the homemade ice bottles 
Charlie is famous for, and concentrate on the little treasures inside. 
 
I Just had to feature my beloved alone, 
so that his importance may truly sink in :)





Charlie with his oyster glove (safety first) getting to work.
Charlie has skills, he can totally Yoda an oyster.  
It amazes me how he gets the muscle of the oyster perfectly cut every time. 
I still have not mastered this, which considering the muscle 
is my favorite part, is inconvenient.  
So, you can imagine how handy Charlie is to have around!
You would never know this guy wore a suit and tie to work 
every single day or that he had a pretty serious career.  
But, when he retired, he sent the world an 
"I don't give a care" memo, and never looked back!  
He is the coolest, I love my Daddy!
Yum! Yum! give me some!
With my beloved! This is a Beautiful sight :)


*Side Note
This was suppose to have been posted  a couple weeks ago.  But, getting the hubby acclimated to living with baby and regular life again in general, has taken some time.  I'm sure you can understand.  


Happy Day everyone!


The Reluctant Domestic

*Itunes was silent





2 comments:

  1. I LOVE DADDY!...and his oysters! Where is my plate?

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  2. Ya' know, I think you are the coolest because you can shuck them yourself. I never learned how. I remember one time, when I was little, Daddy stabbed himself in the hand when the oyster knife slipped,and I never tried it. 'Cause I'm a chicken :) Maybe I should get ya'll to teach me soon, since I'm trying not to be a chicken anymore, LOL :)

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