Tomorrow Marcel is leaving, so we're on an oyster craze, the last days. Yesterday we had an amazing dinner at Omakase, a tip from my hairstylist (well, she cut my hair)..10 small courses, as is fashionable in better restaurants these days. And tricks like searing mackerell live at our table work well. Amazing staff, bursting into a sort of yell everytime some party arrived or left. They looked like they still loved their job. And we loved eating there.
Today we made our choice out of 21 varieties of oysters at Joe's. How many different oysters would there be? I can remember being shocked when someone told me there were over 30 different types of strawberries. In the average Dutch supermarket you just find one. Strawberries are strawberries seems to be the Ahold view on things. After eating bags full of at least six different types of strawberries at Edith's organic farm in Belgium, the average strawberry doesn't do much any more for me. Will the same now happen with oysters?
In the meantime I have done a little work to get into the mood again. Next week I will dive into theory, now I have done some work on the clothing styles of the sixties and more for fun than anything else, have read the biography of Bette Midler.


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