I'm the Pearl
Many years ago I was in France on a food tour with my husband at the time. It was lovely. There was a point in the tour where we were at a market and I had a opportunity to try an oyster. But I didn't--I got too scared as I watched people suck them down and react.
I was always scared then. Scared of a career, scared of being alone, scared of adventure. My fears seeped out of me and it showed... I couldn't be the kind of wife my husband needed and even on the trip we both felt this longing for something more.
Not trying that oyster in the market haunted me and I thought about it often as the years passed by me.
When my husband and I were on the verge of separating, I went to Voyager with a friend. They were having a happy hour special and the oysters were dirt cheap. We ordered a half dozen and I loved them. It was as if something clicked inside me. The thought of us separating broke my heart but also put a fire in my belly. A taste for life that belonged to me. My dreams and my hunger for adventure grew. It was inevitable that we needed to part ways, never to return to one another again.
I became obsessed with oysters and had them any chance I could. When I was in New Orleans with my boyfriend two years ago, I ordered a dozen for lunch. He couldn't believe it as he watched me quickly eat them, with the desire to order more.
A few weeks ago was my 36th birthday and he took me away for the night. We ended up at Rochester Chop House and oysters were on the menu. I studied the menu and looked up at him in delight. He smiled so sweetly, "I know you've been craving these since the pandemic began."
The world is my oyster.
I was always scared then. Scared of a career, scared of being alone, scared of adventure. My fears seeped out of me and it showed... I couldn't be the kind of wife my husband needed and even on the trip we both felt this longing for something more.
Not trying that oyster in the market haunted me and I thought about it often as the years passed by me.
When my husband and I were on the verge of separating, I went to Voyager with a friend. They were having a happy hour special and the oysters were dirt cheap. We ordered a half dozen and I loved them. It was as if something clicked inside me. The thought of us separating broke my heart but also put a fire in my belly. A taste for life that belonged to me. My dreams and my hunger for adventure grew. It was inevitable that we needed to part ways, never to return to one another again.
I became obsessed with oysters and had them any chance I could. When I was in New Orleans with my boyfriend two years ago, I ordered a dozen for lunch. He couldn't believe it as he watched me quickly eat them, with the desire to order more.
A few weeks ago was my 36th birthday and he took me away for the night. We ended up at Rochester Chop House and oysters were on the menu. I studied the menu and looked up at him in delight. He smiled so sweetly, "I know you've been craving these since the pandemic began."
The world is my oyster.