Oyster lovers' paradise
The funny thing about being an ABC (Australian-born Chinese) is the clash of cultures. It can sometimes be confusing mixing heritages, at other times it’s extraordinarily interesting, and sometimes it’s just plain funny! For example, it seems that after my surgery there is a list of foods that I am not allowed to eat for three months, because according to Chinese tradition, they will be bad for my recovery. This ranges from things like soy sauce (which will make my scar darken) to ginger (which will cause little ginger-like nodules to grow in my scar). Others things I’m not allowed to eat includes beef and lamb, as well as chickens of the male sex (go figure that one out!). And also, all shellfish. What are some of my favourite foods? Naturally, all shellfish – mudcrab, crayfish, scallops, squid, prawns and oysters! And summertime is just around the corner – the best time for seafood!
Luckily, Yvette is as sweet as she is sexy, and has organised for a weekend away at an oyster farm on the coast. I’m excited and relieved. I want to eat 3 months worth of oysters before my surgery! We know the oysters from this farm well, because they are seriously some of the best we have ever eaten! I can’t wait, I can’t wait! Oysters, oysters, oysters, yum yum in my tum tum.
Two hours from home, taking a fun drive on a nice windy and relatively quiet road, we arrive at the oyster farm. There are three or four groups of tourists here ordering oysters to eat. They’re in for a treat.
We order our ultrafresh oysters for lunch and dinner, a dozen extra large and three dozen normal size. We also grab a kilogram of mussels.
We get to Shucker’s Cottage where we’re staying the night, which is part of the oyster farm. It’s nice and isolated, perfect place for rest and relaxation. Inside it’s spacious, neat and quaint. But who cares about that – oyster time!!
We tuck in to the oysters. And they are awesome! Raw, fresh from the ocean, juicy tasty oysters, salty and sweet at the same time! The best bit – the juice. Anticipation has made me ravenous, and in about 20 minutes, oyster tally is Rog – 24 oysters! Looks like our oysters for dinner are gone!
We head back to the farm and pick up another two dozen oysters for dinner. The owner laughs at our oyster eating antics! Yvette finds a two dollar coin on the ground in front of the store, and gives it to the owner. He doesn’t want to take it – finder’s keepers, he says. After a little bit of to-ing and fro-ing, we end up with two extra oysters.
After an afternoon of adventures around coves, bays and beaches, it’s time for dinner. The menu: oysters naturale, oyster shooters (oysters with vodka), grilled oysters topped with bacon, parmesan cheese and tabasco, followed by mussel and atlantic salmon pasta. Absolutely delicious! Oyster tally is Rog – 44 oysters!
Supper time. The leftover oysters have no chance. Oyster tally for the day is Rog – 51 ½ oysters! (I had to fight for the last half!) Yvette – a measly 22 ½.
Luckily, Yvette is as sweet as she is sexy, and has organised for a weekend away at an oyster farm on the coast. I’m excited and relieved. I want to eat 3 months worth of oysters before my surgery! We know the oysters from this farm well, because they are seriously some of the best we have ever eaten! I can’t wait, I can’t wait! Oysters, oysters, oysters, yum yum in my tum tum.
Two hours from home, taking a fun drive on a nice windy and relatively quiet road, we arrive at the oyster farm. There are three or four groups of tourists here ordering oysters to eat. They’re in for a treat.
We order our ultrafresh oysters for lunch and dinner, a dozen extra large and three dozen normal size. We also grab a kilogram of mussels.
We get to Shucker’s Cottage where we’re staying the night, which is part of the oyster farm. It’s nice and isolated, perfect place for rest and relaxation. Inside it’s spacious, neat and quaint. But who cares about that – oyster time!!
We tuck in to the oysters. And they are awesome! Raw, fresh from the ocean, juicy tasty oysters, salty and sweet at the same time! The best bit – the juice. Anticipation has made me ravenous, and in about 20 minutes, oyster tally is Rog – 24 oysters! Looks like our oysters for dinner are gone!
We head back to the farm and pick up another two dozen oysters for dinner. The owner laughs at our oyster eating antics! Yvette finds a two dollar coin on the ground in front of the store, and gives it to the owner. He doesn’t want to take it – finder’s keepers, he says. After a little bit of to-ing and fro-ing, we end up with two extra oysters.
After an afternoon of adventures around coves, bays and beaches, it’s time for dinner. The menu: oysters naturale, oyster shooters (oysters with vodka), grilled oysters topped with bacon, parmesan cheese and tabasco, followed by mussel and atlantic salmon pasta. Absolutely delicious! Oyster tally is Rog – 44 oysters!
Supper time. The leftover oysters have no chance. Oyster tally for the day is Rog – 51 ½ oysters! (I had to fight for the last half!) Yvette – a measly 22 ½.
posted by Rog at 11/06/2006 09:50:00 PM
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