One of my favorite holiday food traditions is our Christmas Eve oyster stew. My father used to prod us to eat the oysters in mom's buttery broth by wondering aloud which oyster would have the pearl. We all wanted to find a pearl, so we greedily filled our bowls with oysters. Sitting around the festive table glowing with candles and our expectant faces hoping for a pearl was the best part of Christmas. I believe that oyster stew sums up life perfectly: it's the hunt, not the prize that matters most.