How I lost 3 pounds in 30 years of dieting without going hungry – excerpt

There are few foods that I think are worth risking life and limb. For those who know me you know that seafood with a hard (crab legs, lobster, oysters, mussels, clams) or a soft (shrimp, scampi, soft-shelled crab) shell are the mouth-watering exception.  In a pinch I’ve been known to try and boil away a ton of Georgia mud to savor the unique flavor of a pound or two of crawdads.  That is how I ended up at the oyster festival in Fulton, Texas on a day not fit for dogs.

The day started out as raw as the oysters that I planned on consuming by the plateful or bucketful or (hopefully) truckload. I left the Island RV Resort in Port Aransas, on Mustang Island, and spitting distance from Corpus Christi, assuming, of course, that one is a champion spitter, with a gale force wind at my back. I looked in sheer terror at the canal I had to cross on the ferry. Between the whitecaps and giant swells I was sure we were going to be bowled over and after floundering on our side for days would surely sink down to Davy Jones’ locker.  There were only a few brave souls ahead of me in line as I drove on board – fear shriveling my heart to the size of a green pea.

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