Prairie oyster

My father was a firm believer in the efficacy of prairie oysters as a “morning-after” remedy for whatever ailed you. He tried hard to convince my mother to follow his suggestion but, since the mere idea of a raw egg would send her back to bed, he had to swallow them by himself. He mixed them or rather poured them into a shot glass and downed them while my mother shuddered. I thought it all rather funny, but then, I didn’t drink!