It’s funny how things change. Venison (deer meat) used to be the meat of royalty, with severe penalties for commoners encroaching upon that game. Nowadays, the modern caricature of a deer meat consumer is a hilljack with an old pickup truck. If it gets to the point where we start forbidding deer meat to prisoners and having people rebel at the thought of eating it, we’ll have truly reached the opposite pole.

When you hear a Down-Easterner say “lobster” it becomes apparent that “lobster” is the only name that’ll do.

Next time I am in New England I am determined to try the hot lobster rolls that are popular along the Connecticut coast. Nothing but lobster meat (no mayo!) and drizzled butter on a grilled roll.

Yeah. I miss the time when fresh oysters were the food of poor people. Although once in New Orleans I was grousing about buying oysters in a 100 count box and a girl who worked for the seafood board said why don’t you go over to Shell Beach in St. Bernard if you want oysters and so I did. It was oyster-lover Valhalla. I got a sack of oysters that I needed help getting in the trunk of the car. Two gross and then some. I had to go out and buy extra ice chests.

I went around the neighborhood offering free oysters.

Some people said, “Fine, as long as they’re fried.”

Some people said, “They’re good in oyster-and-artichoke dressing.”

So I ate more than two gross of fresh oysters.

I got my trace minerals that week.