Such as giving thx, saying thx
ward off atrophy with daily doses
FIO’s the BEST! you’ve heard all the reasons why so here’s a few cute takeaways from several folks who had never eaten a fresh oyster
“Tastes like ocean”
“My God! These are delicious”
“So clean. I thought they’d be all sandy, hairy, dirty” (chuckle; might have had a bad experience with a mussel)
“Love the briny, salty taste” (then someone poked fun and said “yeah, its briny and salty, too!)
“They don’t smell” (another chuckle)
“This is the coolest idea for a cocktail party ever!”
Only 3/14 had shucked an oyster. Those that tried, were thrilled beyond words; such a cool sight to see their big smiles at their big accomplishment when they finally got em opened and then the satisfaction when they popped em in their mouths
naked or just a couple drops of lemon, fresh horseradish, tabasco or some mignonette sauce susan made, 100 was perfect # for 14. 15 if you count our max (katie’s 14 yr old godson) who came home from basketball practice (said he likes deep fried best;-)
Hudsonites from every decade starting from the 1950’s through ’00 filled this 1860’s kitchen on a cold cold Hudson night. A freshman daughter home for thanksgiving from Miami (oxford) walked in and surprised her shocked and happy dad who couldnt hold back the tears. a hudson football coach whose team is just 2 games away from state championship game got a chance to chill and NOT have to talk about about football;-). happiness everywhere you looked
Poor mans champagne – prosecco, local great lakes beers, dogfish head 60 minute ipa, someone bringing a bottle of shramsburg which was my grandparent’s favorite champagne all complimented the main attraction. they only time i got to shuck was before they arrived. they all jumped in and shucked the night away and i never got back behind the counter.
they reminded us we only entertain about once every ten years. last time was a frogmore stew party on a big farm table out in the yard under a big tree on a starry summer night. i dont want to wait that long for another box!
They all were so very interested in the Hudson connection of family farmer Sarah (the attached pictures helped me tell the entire back story). Which then got every one talking about their HS girl or boyfriends and then how each of us met and got married! At one point everyone was naming their top 5 bands from their childhood. The oysters just took us so many places last night. Most everyone checked out your website and got to know the harbor school, BOP and 1% for the planet. Sidebar: one of the gals is a big fan of bracelets and bangles. she saw the FIO home page and the hand that holds the two oysters with the gold bracelet which she admired. Looks very similar to the one my Latin (life) tutor wore;-)
All cups recycled for a couple who buy bulk shucked oysters and make dozens and dozens oyster rockerfeller trays which they deliver to a bunch of very lucky friends every xmas eve
The sensation of briny ocean freshness hitting your mouth….joyous
The twinkle in the eyes and shared smiles after each……joyful
So too an unexpected surprise of a consistent vibe throughout the night of attitude of gratitude from everyone (maybe because the holidays or around the corner or an evening made distinctive, special with your oysters?!
An open oyster bar evening at a home was a first experience for all and the planned 6:30-8:30 eat-n-run cocktail party ran out of oysters at 9 and the friends didnt leave until 11:30!
joy in a box…fishers island oysters were the center piece for a most special night with family and friends!
thanks for sharing, sarah
Under African Skies
what drives us?
gene pool. experiences.
wonderful capacity to wake up, see what tide washed in, and adapt, change and improve
DRAFT #5 11-16-2014
As iTunes shuffles through the “Ride to Michigan” playlist my dad and I know the road to Neahtawanta is just around the next bend. Soon we will be winding along Peninsula Drive past cherry and apple trees, fields climbing with hops and sunflowers and hillside vineyards whose grapes will soon be harvested. We are moments away from ascending the hog back and drinking in the turquoise East and West Bay views of Lake Michigan.
The time in summer has arrived where my Dad and I road-trip to the northern tip of Michigan to spend time with our relatives in Neahtawanta. Beyond the natural beauty of the place, it’s the multi-generational nature of our daily lives that makes Neah so special. You see, it’s not just my immediate family, but grandmas, grandpas, aunts, uncles, cousins and life-long, summertime friends and their relatives that make it so distinctive. These relatives and friends come together each summer to live, love, laugh and play on Lake Michigan during the day and each cold Michigan night tuck in to century-old, un-insulated cottages.
All year long, no matter where I am, I can close my eyes and picture the last hour and a half of the trip. The warm, fresh air coming off of Lake Michigan is always recognizable. Seeing the same cottages and docks I’ve been looking at since I can remember creates a nostalgic feeling. The overwhelming anticipation to make the most of each and every day and night is our number one priority as we have limited time.
When the asphalt changes to dirt road, I know I am truly in Neah. I jump out of the car to greet and hug everyone. My brothers and I sprint off to see everyone I haven’t seen since last summer. These reconnections seem to be more and more heartwarming with each passing summer as I’ve been growing up with them since I was a baby. These people, this place and the views create a suspenseful feeling.
My mom’s 50th birthday celebration is tonight. Family and friends are nestled together under the Pavilion at West Bay enjoying Frogmore Stew cooked on the open fire. When dinner ends and my mom has blown out the last candle on the cherry crumb pie, she surprise us with a gift. Mom combed the beaches for a special stone for each of us. She wants us to make a wish on this stone, to carry it with us for the next year, to remember just how special a place Neah is and how blessed we are to have one another. To remember family, friends and Neah until our return next summer. Another day in Neah ends as the purple and orange sunset turns to star-filled skies and we head back to the cottage to snuggle into our wonderfully cramped bedroom: 1 room, 3 beds, 3 brothers for 14 years. Wake and repeat.
Boat rides to Suttons Bay for burgers. Wakeboarding on smooth waters at sunset. Day trips to Great Bear sand dunes with a Bad Dog Deli picnic. Jumping off a 15 foot dock on Power Island. What makes every memory better, is having your family and closest friends with you. Words fail to accurately describe the atmosphere of Neatawanta. The natural beauty is the easy part. What’s hard to describe is the presence of some instinct that draws us back along some ancient migration trail as families return summer after summer to share the same tiny patch of sandy land on Lake Michigan.
The best part of Neah is knowing I will be in Northern Michigan again next summer seeing, hearing and feeling new memories being created with the people I love. A feeling of knowing I will be going to Neah for the rest of my life is exciting. I have never felt more at peace than I do in Neah. Neahtawanta will forever be known as a sacred place to me, myself, and I.
walking home from lower laurel
then upstair and cant sleep.
downstair big desk yellow sports walkman
….to never go to college after a gap year
1. I wish I’d had the courage to live a life true to myself, not the life others expected of me.
This was the most common regret of all. When people realize that their life is almost over and look back clearly on it, it is easy to see how many dreams have gone unfulfilled. Most people have not honored even half of their dreams and had to die knowing that it was due to choices they’d made, or not made.
It’s important to try to honor at least some of your dreams along the way. It’s too late once you lose your health. Health brings a freedom very few realize, until they no longer have it.
2. I wish I didn’t work so hard.
This came from every male patient I nursed. They missed their children’s youth and their partner’s companionship. Women also spoke of this regret. But as most were from an older generation, many of the female patients had not been breadwinners. All of the men I nursed deeply regretted spending so much of their lives on the treadmill of a work existence.
3. I wish I’d had the courage to express my feelings.
Many people suppressed their feelings in order to keep peace with others. As a result, they settled for a mediocre existence and never became who they were truly capable of becoming. Many developed illnesses relating to the bitterness and resentment they carried as a result.
We cannot control the reactions of others. However, although people may initially react when you change the way you are by speaking honestly, in the end it raises the relationship to a whole new and healthier level. Either that or it releases the unhealthy relationship from your life. Either way, you win.
4. I wish I had stayed in touch with my friends.
Often they would not truly realize the full benefits of old friends until their dying weeks, and it was not always possible to track them down. Many had become so caught up in their own lives that they had let golden friendships slip by over the years. There were many deep regrets about not giving friendships the time and effort they deserved. Everyone misses their friends when they are dying.
It is common for anyone in a busy lifestyle to let friendships slip. But when you are faced with your approaching death, the physical details of life fall away. People do want to get their financial affairs in order if possible. But it is not money or status that holds the true importance for them. They want to get things in order more for the benefit of those they love. Usually though, they are too ill and weary to ever manage this task. It all comes down to love and relationships in the end. That is all that remains in the final weeks: love and relationships.
5. I wish that I had let myself be happier.
This is a surprisingly common one. Many did not realize until the end that happiness is a choice. They had stayed stuck in old patterns and habits. The so-called comfort of familiarity overflowed into their emotions, as well as their physical lives. Fear of change had them pretending to others, and to themselves, that they were content. When deep within, they longed to laugh properly and have silliness in their life again.
When you are on your deathbed, what others think of you is a long way from your mind. How wonderful to be able to let go and smile again, long before you are dying.
Life is a choice. It is your life. Choose consciously, choose wisely and choose honestly. Choose happiness.
“practice ourselves into it”
some say you gotta be reborn to take communion. most of us practice our way into it
take the glory over fame any day
old poor woman drops two small coins in collection jar. worth less than a penny. gives more than she can afford
others with more wealth can be guilt-ed or inspired to give more.
go with inspired
Go to where the puck s going to be. Personalized medicine not one size fits all. Improve and extend human life. Genetic science genomic and fiscal responsibility. Cleveland Clinic innovations. Behavioral modifications wearable devices sensors prevention as in wage peace.
“Bisexuality immediately doubles your chances for a date on Saturday night. Rodney Dangerfield
“There are a number of mechanical devices which increase sexual arousal, particularly in women. Chief among these is the Mercedes-Benz 380SL.” Lynn Lavner
“Sex at age 90 is like trying to shoot pool with a rope.” Camille Paglia
“Sex is one of the nine reasons for incarnation. The other eight are unimportant.” George Burns
“Women might be able to fake orgasms. But men can fake a whole relationship.” Sharon Stone
“Hockey is a sport for white men. Basketball is a sport for black men. Golf is a sport for white men dressed like black pimps.” Tiger Woods
“My mother never saw the irony in calling me a son-of-a-bitch.” Jack Nicholson
” A man might forget where he parks or where he lives, but he never forgets oral sex, no matter how bad it is.” Barbara Bush
“Ah, yes, divorce, from the Latin word meaning to rip out a man’s genitals through his wallet.” Robin Williams
“Women need a reason to have sex. Men just need a place” Billy Crystal
“According to a new survey, women say they feel more comfortable undressing in front of men than they do undressing in front of other women. They say that women are too judgmental, where, of course, men are just grateful.” Robert De Niro
“There’s a new medical crisis. Doctors are reporting that many men are having allergic reactions to latex condoms. They say they cause severe swelling. So what’s the problem?”
“There’s very little advice in men’s magazines, because men think, ‘I know what I’m doing. Just show me somebody naked !” Jerry Seinfeld
“See, the problem is that God gives men a brain and a penis, and only enough blood to run one at a time.” Robin Williams
“It’s been so long since I’ve had sex, I’ve forgotten who ties up whom.” Joan Rivers
“Sex is one of the most wholesome, beautiful and natural experiences money can buy.”
” You don’t appreciate a lot of stuff in school until you get older. Little things like being spanked every day by a middle-..aged woman. Stuff you pay good money for in later life.”
” Bigamy is having one wife too many. Monogamy is the same.” Oscar Wilde
” It isn’t premarital sex if you have no intention of getting married.” George Burns
Dna …rx decisions