We don't really need a reason to drink tequila, but since National Tequila Day is this Friday, July 24, by all means, pass the hot sauce and mas tequila, por favor.
Most songs about Tequila are heartbreak hotel numbers so let's cue The Champs' 1958 golden hit: you-know-the-one (bomp bada bomp bomp bom-pa), the Latin infused big band tune in which the only lyrics of the song are:
We reckon it's the perfect Tequila Song. It elicits all the "up feelings" and rhythm of this delicious agave plant derivative. Keep that healthy high hopping and...
Dear Future, I'm ready.
What is the alchemy of luck? Is it mere chance or a mysterious brew of courage, focus, and a willingness to experiment?
CULT: THIS IS YOUR TIME.
1. Choose a lucky attitude (and oyster).
2. Be ready for your next break (and shuck).
3. Own your success (be the cult you were meant to be).
From now until St. Patrick's Day, we're giving away a free shucking knife with every order (last day is March 17th).
Tales of an oyster whisperer
Vince Baccari: Chef at Magnolia Mound
Partial to PEIs
Favorite Oyster: Raspberry Point, a new fan of Shipwreck
When we received a handwritten note from Vince Baccari after the holidays, we knew this cult member was pretty cool. And we wanted more.
"Today is Mardi Gras in Spanish Town. The oysters are in the refrigerator with a wet cloth over them. We'll eat them later.
I cook with Rosemary (a 29-year veteran) at Magnolia Mound, a historic French Creole Plantation House, restored by the city of...
Love Connection in the 80's
Before there was the cult of oyster lovers, there was a cult T.V. show about love. (Cult Gen-Xers, do you remember? Oh, the glory days of latch key kids). It had all the trappings of high drama: blind dates, secret videotapes, audience participation. Now, the Cult knows what the Cult knows. While we watched this train wreck with glee, there was nothing, and we mean nothing, about Love Connection that was real.
A love story
"It had been a while since we had oysters (living in Tennessee doesn't lend itself to the option very often; which is a shame, since I grew up near Apalachicola), so we decided to order some from Real Oyster Cult for the weekend.
We put on some music and were enjoying drinks while I made a mignonette and Tyler whipped up some accoutrements.
Tyler told me to sit by the fireplace and read while he shucked (what...