This dish is tightly entwined with memories of my parents, especially my dad. Oyster stew was a dish he would make for the family and I can vividly recall as a young child going from ‘Ewww, I’ll never eat that’ to ‘Wow, this is so good’. I can still see all seven of us sitting at the table with the large pot in the middle while my mom ladled  and passed out each bowlful. Oyster crackers were passed around; some floated theirs, others crushed and mixed them in, while others enjoyed them on the side. Tabasco sauce was passed around as well… with most of us avoiding it when we were small, but coming to enjoy it as we got older…