Saturday, I shared Sarah’s birthday blessing at The Chimes Restaurant in Baton Rouge. But that wasn’t the end of the birthday blessings, because Zach and Autumn and Payton weren’t around for the birthday bash. We had an excuse to prolong the celebration once they returned from their out-of-state sojourns, so Monday afternoon we were
off to Prejean’s Restaurant in Lafayette to make up for lost family time.
I had fried oysters Saturday at The Chimes. As I contemplated Prejean’s menu, I wondered “What else can I order?” But wonder after wonder, the fried oysters kept popping up. So what did I order?
The fried oyster dinner, of course.
The side-dishes for oyster platters do vary from place to place. Acme Oyster House gives the French fries/steamed vegetable option; The Chimes offered red beans and rice; Prejean’s appropriately (as a Cajun joint) offered corn macque chou and rice dressing alongside the ample bed of oysters with French fries underneath.
Anyway, as much as I love, I’d better take a break from fried oysters for the heart health’s sake. I remember the old New Orleans oyster ads that claimed “Eat fish, live longer; eat oysters, love longer.” Don’t know if I buy all those aphrodisiac claims–but I do know that oysters taste mightily good. And even though fried oysters tend to be strong in the bad cardiovascular stuff, life’s too short to be too narrow. So what was my course Monday?
Order the fried oysters and resolve to run an extra 3 1/2 extra miles the next week!
And life goes on!
