Stark said:Okay, I don't get around much--in the kitchen or elsewhere. Since there
were no Gulf oysters--all I've ever known--for our cornbread dressing
this year, I picked up a couple of half pints of Pacific Oysters that
my Kroger store had trucked in.
Ye Gods! These thangs were huge, about three in a half pint, with all
sorts of flippers and do-dads still attached. Do you ever face them in
an oyster bar? You'd need a knife and fork.
We cut 'em up and plopped them in our dressing and they were great, but
I'm sill amazed by the size, . . and the configuration.
These were called Willapoints, I believe; if they are what West
Coasters are used to, they must think puny little Gulf Oysters are a
waste of good shell. As I recall those flippers and do-dads did sort
of disappear in the dressing. Maybe Gulf oysters retain a little more
integrity.
Reminds me of this passage from _Big Flavors of the Hot Sun_:
"Being a fan of huevos rancheros, I'm no stranger to the combination of
chiles and eggs, but throw in oysters and I had my doubts. When I actually
encountered this dish in Singapore, though, it turned out to be one of my
favorites."
"There we were, on our first night in Singapore, suffering from jet lag
but nevertheless busily checking out the street food scene. It was 2:00 A.M.
and we were in the heart of Newton Circus, one of the city's organized
collections of street food vendors that reflect the incredible cultural
diversity of Singapore. We were watching a guy toss a couple of raw eggs
into a wok smoking hot with oil, followed by some giant raw oysters, soy
sauce, ginger, herbs, and an extra-large handful of chopped chiles to
torture the tourists. Before I could say, "I've changed my mind," this
chile-laden egg-oyster thing was looking up at me from a plate. This dish
may not sound great, but that's nothing compared to the way it looked, and
my buddy was cracking up as I took my first bite. The ginger and herbs were
the first things I tasted, the consistency was a little like brains, with a
distinct, partially cooked oyster flavor, and then whammo! the chiles kicked
in. The oysters were meaty and delicious, and with the eggs to bind them
together a bit and the power of the chiles--well, I lost my jet leg and
became quite a fan of this common street food. It goes to show, once again,
that being adventurous pays off, and you should never judge anything until
you have actually tasted it."
Since reading that, I've made facsimiles of that dish and enjoyed them
greatly -- and note that it was made with "giant raw oysters".
Bob