Ever wonder why we say some "clams up" when they refuse to speak?
We got our start together in this bi-valve obsession in Paris. Wandering through the 8th arrondisement we happened upon one of the oldest oyster bars in Paris. A perfect opportunity to introduce my girl, Jesse, to the joys of oysters. There are few things that evoke such joy as a perfect oyster to an oyster-lover. It's ancient, primal, and in my humble opinion, something to surrender to.
Now we get together for lunch and often oysters are on the menu. The other day we decided to walk down to James Hook and grab a couple dozen and learn how to shuck them ourselves. So, 2 dozen oysters, 2 dozen clams and most of a bottle of wine later, we were happy and exhausted. Thanks Michael!
Clams, we discovered, are really, really strong and stubborn. Jasper White, our local seafood legend, says if you let them rest an hour, they relax. I'll try that next time.
If you're in the Boston area - head down to The Wellfleet Oyster Fest. If you're not, look for a good fishmonger or oyster bar and enjoy a bracing taste of life.
More good news: not only are they good for you, they're a sustainable seafood choice, too.
