S'more oysters

This week I went camping on Orcas Island, one of the San Juan Islands in Washington's Puget Sound. It was beautiful and rustic, a quintessential camping experience. That is, with one exception: while my hosts, the Kents, were snacking on s'mores, I was digging in to the local oysters I picked up at a nearby gas station for $5.50 a dozen. Following the advice of some guy who was walking by as I filled a bag with these enormous mollusks, I steamed them over the campfire.

They were, without a doubt, the best oysters I've ever had. Briny and delicious. I ate eleven of them.