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last word<br />
oysters<br />
In praise of<br />
Vic Williams<br />
S<br />
ome foods polarise people.<br />
Tripe is one. Raw oysters<br />
are another.<br />
Have you ever heard<br />
anyone say that they ‘quite<br />
like’ or ‘don’t mind’ either<br />
one? Tripe lovers will travel hundreds of<br />
kilometres to enjoy their chosen treat, and<br />
oyster aficionados would crawl bare-kneed<br />
over a kilometre of broken shells for theirs.<br />
Those who fall into the opposite camp,<br />
however, would quite likely endure similar<br />
hardships to avoid either delicacy. Such are<br />
the vagaries of the human appetite.<br />
I enjoy tripe, sensitively prepared and<br />
served either in the classical manner with<br />
sliced onions and an indecent amount<br />
of creamy sauce, or in the Italian style<br />
with loads of garlic and tomatoes. Or<br />
indeed in any of the other myriad ways<br />
in which this now unfashionable meat<br />
cut can be prepared. Those who share my<br />
enthusiasm might like to know that there<br />
are usually two examples on the menu of<br />
Tony Astle’s legendary Antoine’s restaurant<br />
in Auckland’s Parnell.<br />
But it is oysters that get me really excited,<br />
and I am delighted that it is at last becoming<br />
easier in this country to enjoy them freshly<br />
shucked.<br />
People from European countries are often<br />
shocked to be offered pre-opened oysters<br />
in New Zealand restaurants, because they<br />
have been brought up to believe that eating<br />
a dead oyster could kill them.<br />
Oddly, we are taught the same about<br />
other shellfish, such as mussels. Most<br />
recipe books tell us to discard any with open<br />
shells because “that means they are dead”.<br />
How did oysters escape this admonition?<br />
Sadly, oysters can be a trigger for a<br />
malady that legend has it is connected with<br />
lavish dining – gout. It troubles me only<br />
occasionally, but the pain is great enough<br />
to drive me to caution when it comes to<br />
the enjoyment of my favourite bivalve.<br />
Thus it was that, finding myself in a<br />
weekend market in coastal France a couple<br />
of years ago, I was reduced to near-tears to<br />
see a dramatically-moustached character<br />
expertly opening a pile of oysters that he<br />
assured me had been removed from the<br />
ocean less than two hours before. The region<br />
where my partner and I were staying was<br />
famous for its oysters, and even though I<br />
was just beginning to recover from a weeklong<br />
attack of my painful nemesis, I could<br />
not in all culinary conscience ignore him.<br />
“Deux huitres, s’il vous plait,” I<br />
said. “Deux?” he asked incredulously,<br />
amazed that I wanted only one each for<br />
my partner and myself. “J’ai le mal du<br />
pied,” I explained, hoping that he would<br />
understand my improvised French for<br />
‘sickness of the foot’ and therefore my<br />
predicament. “Ah,” he said knowingly,<br />
as he opened two oysters and passed them<br />
over, refusing payment.<br />
I closed my eyes and tipped the oyster<br />
and its attendant liquor into my mouth.<br />
Bliss. It was fleshy, unbelievably juicy and<br />
screamed of ocean spray. In the hollow of<br />
that shell nestled all that is wonderful about<br />
natural, unadorned food.<br />
That single oyster, enjoyed on a sunny<br />
day in a French carpark, was one of the<br />
most marvellous things I have ever eaten.<br />
Gout, be buggered. Oysters rule.<br />
90 <strong>WineNZ</strong> Magazine | <strong>Summer</strong> 20<strong>18</strong>-<strong>19</strong>