Last night I had enough caviar for the first time in my life. A very generous friend gave a dinner party in honor of my birthday, and she obtained four kinds of excellent quality American caviar (from Kelly's Katch and 911-caviar). Hackleback, paddlefish, whitefish and salmon. Eight ounces of each. Two pounds of caviar on ice, served with warm blini and creme fraiche, for seven people. And to wash it down, a Terry Thiese import champagne (the name escapes me) recommended to my friend by Joe Riley. For the first time I was able to say, "Thanks, I've had enough" when there was still caviar in the tins. OMG. I was in heaven. I couldn't have been given a better gift.
A different experience, at a different time--we were car camping in Cape Hatteras a few days after a hurricane had been through, and the surrounds were pretty much deserted. We asked in town and were directed to the home of a waterman, and bought a half bushel of oysters from him that he had gathered earlier that morning--for $5! This was in the early seventies. We bought an oyster knife and a few lemons at the store and sat in our tent, shucking incredibly fresh oysters and slurping them down until we were absolutely stuffed. And there were still a large number of oysters remaining. The next morning, I made fried oysters and scrambled eggs for breakfast, and we'd had enough. As I recall, we gave the rest to another camper who showed up. It was a s**tload of oysters!