West Mersea Native Oysters
Sometimes when I'm eating I know it's good, but ask James to put the meal into words for me, so I can really experience it. I can't say food has bound full-flavoured into my writing yet, but give it time.
This image comes from the weekend's taste experience - James giving his all to a West Mersea Native Oyster. Largely supplanted by the more disease resistant Pacific ones, this one has an extra rip of flavour. It's seasonal - going with months with R in them - so the trip was an urgent one before April and the harvest season ended. West Mersea is a small island south of Colchester (Britain's oldest recorded town, on the south as East Anglia starts bulging out of England). The oysters are perfectly matched by a bottle of West Mersea vineyard's own white wine.
James is a writer too. I've always reckoned that writing has to be fuelled by experience. Yo!