Joanie smiled brightly as she placed a round tray of crushed ice and six oysters on a half-shell in front of them. No utensils were provided. She had removed the single plate which had held the walnut and fig wrapped in prosciutto amuse-bouche and passed it to someone standing just outside the screen.
“Hors d’oeuvres for this evenings are oysters and pomegranate. As delicious as the dish is beautiful, the vibrant sweetness of pomegranate juice coupled with the salty brininess of the oyster will cause a flavor explosion on the tongue. Some scholars believe the fruit in the story of Adam and Eve was actually the pomegranate.” She smiled as if revealing a dirty secret, “perhaps the lady would entice her date to partake in a forbidden bite?” She stood preparing to walk away and then paused as
