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February 05, 2007


Old Dominion Tory

Some people on Cape Cod drive to Wellfleet in the winter, gather Billingsgate oysters in a bucket, and then eat them on the beach, accompanied by chilled champagne.

The Maximum Leader

But my dear Mrs. P. It is not the freshness or quality of the shellfish I was concerned about, it was the preparation. I should have realized that raw was the preferred preparation.

Mrs. Peperium


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