Over the past year, Kevin and I have worked harder for our food than either of us ever thought we would. We’ve spent a lot of time doing smelly, dirty, heavy jobs. We’ve made mistakes and we’ve suffered setbacks. We’ve been hurt, we’ve been scared, we’ve been overly optimistic.
But our life is not without its compensations. This evening, Kevin was making a soup out of the last of the Thanksgiving turkey while I took a much-needed shower. As I was rinsing the shampoo out of my hair, I heard him come into the bathroom. He moved the curtain aside and held out one perfect oyster.
Have you ever eaten an ice-cold, briny-sweet oyster in a warm, steamy shower? You should. You most certainly should.
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Another lovely moment with Tamar…I’ll see if I can work in the cold oyster/hot shower combo. It’s gonna be hard to replicate…but I’ll see what I can do.
Sounds sexy! I’d venture Kevin is a man of earthy delights . . .