Your Valentine

Please do not cook ever again. Your wife deadpans as she tries a bite of your attempt at cooked oysters over the kitchen counter. I fear it may just be the death of the both of us. Ouch. The look in Esme’s eyes were anything but cold, though. You could guess that she was happy at the gesture, but she was most likely exasperated at being the taste-tester of the world’s goopiest oyster yet again another year.