I have a hangover and the house seems to be lacking in suitable snacks.
My body tells me that apparently I am too old to sit by the water and drink wine for seven hours.
Every afternoon for an hour and a half the Honeysuckle Hotel has oysters at half price. I don’t have a really good explanation for the other 5 and a half hours.
Those were bloody mary and something something with pine nut butter.
Now these ones – delicious – tempted to go back this afternoon for more but with a lemon soda.
Panko crusted and deep fried with wasabi and a soy dipping sauce. I only eat oysters if they’re deep fried.