This is your biannual reminder that if you ever get the chance to got to a Lowcountry oyster roast, where they cook the oysters on a piece of metal over an open fire... to do it.
No reason not to.
Like so many things down south, it's a leisurely, simple and timeless sort of thing. There's no mignonette or silver serving platter, just some hot sauce, the tailgate of a truck and a few old shucking knives to pry open the steaming shells. And it's just one reason I fall in love with South Carolina a little more every time I go.