Ernest Miller Hemingway wrote in his book "A Moveable Feast" -- "As i ate the oysters with their strong taste of the sea and their faint metallic taste that the cold white wine washed away, leaving only the sea taste and the succulent texture, and as i drank their cold liquid from each shell and washed it down with the crisp taste of the wine, i lost the empty feeling and began to be happy and to make plans." And this is the same feeling when i ate my mum's cooking, but she cooks crab not oysters. Hope oysters will come soon if i can get some fresh oysters from market.
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