I wholeheartedly disagree with you Roy Blount, Jr.
A few weeks back, Ruth and I ended our day early and had a two o'clock gin break with a bacchanalian feast of raw oysters. How did I grow up with a father who raked up and sold these bi-valves for a living, and I am JUST now falling desperately in love? If only I wasn't (half) allergic to shellfish.
There's an oyster farm we go to where you can see out yonder window to the harvest "field":