The world is your oyster (once you know the oysters of the world…)

I didn’t always like oysters. I had one once in my youth – at a bar in Denver – not exactly a Mecca for oyster aficionados. The sad, tired, and probably homesick oyster was lackluster at best, and… Read More
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Shell Game: recycling oyster shells to restore oyster beds

In many places where oysters once thrived, baby oysters are missing something that they need in order to grow: the shells of their ancestors. I know it sounds sort of romantic or symbolic, but it is literally the… Read More
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