Do you remember the first time you really thought about oysters? I was 7. My dad read aloud Lewis Carroll’s The Walrus and the Carpenter. I was sad that all the young oysters had been tricked into being eaten, but realized that oysters must be pretty delicious, if the Walrus and the Carpenter had gone to all that trouble. Five years later, I ate my first fresh oyster — and understood. Today, I am a proud oyster gardener.

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