All Oystered Out

I just finished an enormous bowl of homemade oyster stew.

An entire can of oysters, two cups of milk, the few other things it takes. Now it's time to just sit back, loosen my belt, and wait for the rush. Oysters do something to my mind. But I'm being brave tonight. Almost went for half a can, but then wondered when I might ever get to the other half if I saved it in the fridge. Don't want them to go bad.

It's very good, though. If you like it.