Did you know oysters are ticklish?
I’ve managed to have packed a month’s worth of activities in Seattle into a weekend. We (my luggage and I) were in Seattle for BlogHer Food, a conference where 500 food bloggers congregate in one spot to talk about food, eat food, take pictures of food and gush about how great we all are. No joke. I love it. We can solve world peace with this kind of positive energy.
The fun began even before I checked into the hotel. With an event like BlogHer, where things can get a little crazy with the fun, I needed to establish a theme. A theme keeps me focused. It’s my safe word. Otherwise I might wake up one afternoon and find myself drunk, staring at rainbows and singing cheesy songs.
Theme. Right. When you’re in the Pacific NW, you do what any local would do, start the day with oysters. 1 dozen raw (slurp slurp) and 7 all cooked in different ways.
Somehow I ended up in a stretch limo with 9 other gals. Complete with neon, stars on the ceiling, lava lamps. I was half expecting a stripper pole to drop down from the top of the limo. You’d think that instead of coffee in my hand, it should have probably been flutes of champagne. But it was 9am and we were all going to be shooting video.
I was hosting a fun day with my friends at Pork Board for several of my favorite bloggy buddies, Diana (Eating Richly), Lauren (Lauren’s Latest), Amanda (Kevin & Amanda), Jenny (Picky Palate), Sandy & Paul (Reluctant Entertainer) and Jessica (The Novice Chef).
There was hair, makeup, media training, food styling, videographers, directors, producers, camera men, sound guy and a whole bunch of yummy pork of course.
That entire experience is for another post, when I can show you the finished video clips plus the blooper reel.
Why is my face red? Because we had to do 63 takes on video of us toasting with wine. My mama said that you cannot toast without taking a sip. So sip I did. Many, many sips.
Somehow between photo 1 and photo 2 (about 2.2561 seconds) half of us got stupid. What’s up other half!?
A little too crazy….so I had to remember….THEME. What’s my theme???
Oysters shucked by a professional shucker, David from Taylor Shellfish Farms, on one of the best backyard decks in Seattle belonging to Salty Seattle. David, oh David with his 30 dozen Kumamoto oysters.
One of the days was spent hanging out in town, lunch with my publisher and a little shopping. Gorgeous gorgeous flowers.
One of my favorite flowers of all time.
I wanted so badly to buy a whole bunch of ’em and take them home with me.
“Ms. Florist, Is there any any possible way to get these shipped to my home in Florida?”
“No ma’am, I’m sorry….but you can buy deer antlers and bring those home instead.”
Yes, I really did.
There’s a fur patch on my antlers!!
Things were veering waaaaay too close to crazy again, so THEME. Back to THEME. Safe word…oysters.
Elise and her b-friend, Guy, had just texted me, “Hey, want to join us for oysters at Taylor Shellfish Farms?”
The florist was next door to the lunch place, and the oyster place was next door to the florist.
That was tray #1.
We had all different kinds of oysters (and also clam, mussel and geoduck)
And it was the very French Guy, who grew up eating oysters every day as a boy, who showed us that oysters were ticklish.
When you poke at a very fresh oyster, just at the edges, IT WILL MOVE.
After oysters was a trip to Glassybaby, which I’ll save for another post because they are so gorgeous that they deserve own space here.
Do you get nervous when you hold the winning raffle tickets, prizes and you have this on your left?
In front of you…..
And to the right…..HUH???? Why were these people on the right doing the electric slide!???????
Hey. I don’t remember this either!? Despite the way I was holding clutching the wine glass, I really was very very sober. It was AFTER this party that we went to visit a museum! Who does that?! Well, apparently us.
The next morning, while packing, I had totally forgotten about the antlers. Crap. Uh, I guess I wasn’t thinking about how I was going to pack deer antlers in my suitcase.
So I just carried it along with my carry-on. Not only did TSA make me walk through the scanner machine twice. They hand-frisked me, ran the antlers through x-ray and used that wipey thing all over the antlers to detect explosive residue.
Like, if I was ever going to carry something illegal, wouldn’t you think I’d be less conspicuous and not carry DEER ANTLERS and wear them on my head???
p.s. I couldn’t help but end the post with oysters too. The day after I got back, I ordered them at a seafood restaurant here in Florida. These are gulf oysters on the left and clams on the half shell on the right. Clams were great. Gulf oysters….blech….I was spoiled in Seattle with their sweet, briney, minerally and crazy fresh oysters.
Also, my Gulf coast oysters WERE NOT TICKLISH. bleh.
“Waiter….I’d like to send these oysters back…they’re not ticklish.” (just kidding. I still ate ’em)
This is my room mate during Seattle, Alex. I’m showing you this photo so you don’t think I was the ONLY crazy one at Blogher Food!