Monday, December 24, 2018
It Wouldn't be Christmas Without the Lowly Oyster
As a family ritual, passed down from generation to generation, the only thing anyone knows is that it goes back long before any of us remember. Our grandparents said it dated back many generations before theirs. "It" is the humble Christmas Eve oyster stew dinner.
Oysters, freshly shucked, with their liquor. Some variation of whole milk/cream to your liking. A minced shallot. Butter, lots of butter. A touch of cayenne. A little chopped parsley for serving. A little salt, not much, and plenty of white pepper (black won't do). Serve that up with a thick slice of French bread and that's dinner.
Beautiful B.C. oysters from Fanny Bay, a half hour drive north of my place. As fresh as you can get them without sitting on the beach yourself with a shucking knife.
My brother lives in Simcoe, Ontario. His oysters aren't quite as fresh as mine but they are from Fanny Bay. He too will be tucking into this once a year delight. And, in contemplation of doing the same myself in a matter of hours, I wish all of you a very Merry Christmas.