Lunch

 My buddy, Termite, normally brings Belle a quart of oysters, fresh from the Gulf, on Christmas, and this year was no different.   Things calmed down today and we broke our the oysters.  She broiled some in garlic butter, while I fired some with some little shrimp I had in the freezer.  Oh, my!

Didn't need any ketchup.  Just damn, my belly is "pooched-out" with good Gulf seafood.  It's what's for lunch.

Thanks, Termite!