Foiled by the Kumomoto Oyster

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There’s only so much that a coastal-born, almost-vegan cowgirl can take.

After spending several months living among dry scrubby lands infested with dirt devils and thorny plants that could pierce your skull in two, I packed my bags and headed west.

Back to the land of tall trees and foggy coast. Sucky weather but some of the best damn seafood you’ll ever have in your life.

Where kumomoto oysters sprout up from the cold ocean waters like the poppies along Highway 101.

How could I resist?

Pop one in your mouth and feel the Pacific Ocean’s crisp salty air flood your palette while the most, meaty creature slides down your throat.




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