Unbeknownst to us, the oysters made a pact with the grill to save them from death by flame. I tried for 10 minutes to get a fire started, and on one of my last tries I lit a match and got a spark in my face. Almost lost me left eye, and if I had there'd be a blinder man before you today. Evil grill.

Eventually I won and cooked the poor bastards.

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