How much do I love an oyster-shucking, rosé-pouring happy hour? So much that we do them at least once a month here in Portland for as long as the weather holds. We spent a downright balmy weekend in December (yes, December) this year at the beach, shucking and pouring our hearts out. It's a party so easy and casual it practically throws itself -- here's how it usually goes down for us:
Fresh oysters spotted.
Fresh oysters purchased.
Friends called: "We have fresh oysters, come eat them."