Is anyone else experiencing this? I got oyster's from the Matunuck Oyster Farm table at the Farmer's Market back in December, and it's been a Saturday tradition ever since. Maybe it's the way the steamer's, clam's and oyster's look, all laid out on the ice. There's something very rustic and rugged about all of it. Fine, I'm not actually out there harvesting these things, and yeah, Perry Raso, the Oyster Master (I have no idea what his title is) at Rhody Oysters probably see's more real work in an hour than I see in a week, and okay, yes, my husband does shuck the things- but still, they seem like the foods of the peasants, and at the same time they're soooo decadent.
And then there's mussels. I've never even liked mussels. In fact, in an attempt to make myself like them, I've tried them every year for fifteen years, never with any success. But recently I was at a friend's house and she just handed me a bowl of mussels. Not one to be rude, I started eating. They were amazing! They were steamed in butter, cream, white wine, saffron and a green herb I can't remember. Holy Moly! I went out and got myself a bag, and it's been mussels and oysters ever since. Even my five year old son is enamored. Upon eating a mussel, he mused out loud: "What are these things that taste like the ocean?" I love that first experience with food, when you don't know what something is but you know you love it. Of course, he ate more mussels than I can count.
Tonight it was seared scallops. They were like butter, as the saying goes.
Next week: Clams!
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