Swap Meet Oysters

Hubby and I spent the day wandering around our local swapmeet, looking for our stolen stuff-you never know where it might pop up. So we're walking around, making sarcastic comments about the sellers and buyers. And I notice a sign on the tailgate of a truck that says "Fresh Oysters". Holy Cow. Why would you think that the swapmeet, on a hot day in California, when it's oh, maybe 75 degrees or more, in an open parking lot, would be a good place to sell oysters? More importantly, who in their right mind would BUY oysters at a swapmeet? I can picture some guy coming home after spending the day at the swapmeet and dropping a used plastic grocery bag on the kitchen counter and telling wifey, "Honey, it's oysters Rockefeller for us tonight! And I bought them first thing this morning, before the oyster guy sold out. I've been lugging them all over the swapmeet for hours while I was looking for an Elvis on velvet painting for you. Crack these puppies open and start cookin!".



Now, I'm neither an oyster expert nor a fan. But don't you have to keep shellfish really cold? And isn't it supposed to be really fresh? It seems to me that oysters are a bit like sushi-you sort of want to know where it came from and how long it's been sitting around. I just don't think I would trust tailgate swapmeet oysters.



And we didn't find any of our stuff, either. But I almost bought a Crosby Stills and Nash album because I had the same album in my youth and it has Marrakesh Express on it. Remember the album with the 3 guys just sitting on a sofa? Anyway, I digress. I didn't buy the album because I don't have a record player and I can always just buy the song online and download it to my MP3 player. Swapmeets-ya gotta love them. Odd people, weird stuff for sale, and you can walk away with a little piece of your youth for just a few bucks. Or you can buy salmonella on the half shell for the whole family!