Honestly, before I moved here, I’d eat an occasional oyster on a half shell. But it generally wasn’t my thing.
Until I moved here, and experienced the magic and beauty of an oyster roast bringing together friends and communities. It’s hard to explain but it is such a bonding experience. The closest thing I can compare it to, is communion at a church.
It’s one of the things I’ve missed most since the pandemic started, but last night, I finally had the opportunity to enjoy once more with a few select friends outdoors.
As I watched good friends enjoy the fabulous Bluffton oysters, and some great Lowcountry Boil I must add, I just took it all in. The food, the smells, the sights, the laughter and the friendships. I realize how blessed we are to live in such a glorious place with magical experiences. God is good.