#oysters

We also have favourite place in France, called Charlot Premier in Nice, which does excellent oysters. ↗

— Roger Moore

#called #does #excellent #favourite #favourite place

Right after 'Raymond' I had a world-is-my-oyster attitude, but I found out I don't like oysters. I had this existential emptiness. 'What is my purpose? Who am I?' I had a big identity crisis. ↗

— Ray Romano

#am #attitude #big #crisis #emptiness

Anybody who spends time off of Louisiana's shores can recognize that these oysters are not endangered. To classify them as such risks great harm to not only fishermen who make their living collecting oysters in the Gulf, but also to Louisiana's economy in total. ↗

— Bobby Jindal

#anybody #classify #collecting #economy #endangered

A typical Christmas is me shucking oysters. I love them and I always get them in at Christmas. ↗

— Hugh Bonneville

#christmas #get #i #i always #i love

She kindly laments that I am not of the party, and to be sure I honour great ladies, and I admire great wits, but I am of the same opinion in regard to assemblies that is held concerning oysters, that they are never good in a month that has not the letter R in it. ↗

— Elizabeth Montagu

#am #assemblies #concerning #good #great

Ten percent of the big fish still remain. There are still some blue whales. There are still some krill in Antarctica. There are a few oysters in Chesapeake Bay. Half the coral reefs are still in pretty good shape, a jeweled belt around the middle of the planet. There's still time, but not a lot, to turn things around. ↗

— Sylvia Earle

#around #bay #belt #big #big fish

Any good kitchen should be stocked up in oysters, shouldn't they? ↗

— Michael Fassbender

#good #kitchen #oysters #should #up

Most of those who make collections of verse or epigram are like men eating cherries or oysters: they choose out the best at first, and end by eating all. ↗

— Nicolas Chamfort

#cherries #choose #collections #eating #end

I had my first French meal and I never got over it. It was just marvelous. We had oysters and a lovely dry white wine. And then we had one of those lovely scalloped dishes and the lovely, creamery buttery sauce. Then we had a roast duck and I don't know what else. ↗

— Julia Child

#dry #duck #else #first #french

Memory in these incomparable streets, in mosaics of pain and sweetness, was clear to me now, a unity at last. I remembered small and unimportant things from the past: the whispers of roommates during thunderstorms, the smell of brass polish on my fingertips, the first swim at Folly Beach in April, lightning over the Atlantic, shelling oysters at Bowen's Island during a rare Carolina snowstorm, pigeons strutting across the graveyard at St. Philip's, lawyers moving out of their offices to lunch on Broad Street, the darkness of reveille on cold winter mornings, regattas, the flash of bagpipers' tartans passing in review, blue herons on the marshes, the pressure of the chinstrap on my shako, brotherhood, shad roe at Henry's, camellias floating above water in a porcelain bowl, the scowl of Mark Santoro, and brotherhood again. ↗

— Pat Conroy

#oysters #south-carolina #unity