I am going to be honest, I do not remember my first oyster. When I think back, it feels like I have always had them as part of my diet. Clams, mussels, shrimp, crab, sushi, squid, octopus… I remember trying them and enjoying it. But I do not remember oysters.
I have a feeling it must have been on Fire Island, NY; somewhere in the age range of 7-12. My family went there most summers, and it was a lovely experience. Painting seashells, biking around, eating delicious food, and enjoying queer culture before I even knew what that meant, really. All I knew was that seashells with a rainbow painted on them sold way more than the classic red wagon.
I vividly recall visiting the Oyster Bar at Grand Central Station and indulging in a diverse selection of oysters sourced from various regions. This experience proved to be truly transformative. Oysters originating from the west coast exhibited a delightful taste of cucumber and freshness, which starkly contrasted with the flavor profiles of PEI Oysters and those from Chesapeake Bay. My eyes were open to the world of oysters.
15 years later, I am embarking on an incredible journey to document the vast array of oyster varieties and savor their unique flavors. Along the way, I aim to introduce these delightful tastes to Denver, CO, or perhaps wherever my path may lead. The realm of oysters is endless possibilities, and will be a thrilling adventure. Let the odyssey commence!

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