Oyster discussion, Fortnum and Mason |
After I’d eaten those oysters at the Blue Point
restaurant in San Diego I got a craving for more. I’d also been seeing the news about an oyster
vending machine on the île de Ré, off France's
western coast, where customers can go and buy oysters any time day or night.
I see the appeal, but the fact
is, I’ve never had much of a problem buying oysters, the problem has always
been opening them. Over the years I have
developed, well I wouldn’t call it a skill, but at least a basic competence,
but it’s not been easy.
My pal Susanna Forrest
directed me to the rider in Grace Jones’s contract – along with all the wine
and the fruit platter, and the sushi and sashimi, she wants “2 Dozen Findeclare or Colchester Oysters on ice
(unopened)—(Grace does her own shucking.)”.
She also wants them to
provide an oyster knife, but If I were Grace Jones I’d carry my own. I think an oyster knife is a very personal
thing. It took me a long time to find
the one that suited my personality. That’s it below along with the little
rubber doodad meant to hold the oyster while you open it, but in truth I don’t
always use it. Sometimes I just hold the
bivalve in a thick work glove.
I went to my local Vons
supermarket, that I know sells oysters at $1 each, and I could see them
nestling there in the ice at the front of the fish counter. I thought they
looked pretty good so I asked for six but the guy behind the counter gave me
seven, saying “Just in case one of them’s off,” which didn’t inspire
confidence. But as you see they turned
out just fine. And at seven for $6 they're probably the cheapest oysters I've ever bought.
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