Bonjour mes amis!
Ça va bien?
Il pleut chats et chien ici!
Nonetheless, we had an adventure this morning.
We went to an oyster farm, to buy some oysters,
because this evening we are having a seafood fiesta
with Elisabeth and Alain.
When I think of oysters, I think ‘rich man’s food’, don’t you?
You know, that échelon of society which has probably never savoured spam and salad-cream sandwiches,
or pie and liquor.
I mean, the man who queues up at the Kebambulance on a Friday night after a skinful at Wetherspoons is hardly going to ask for a bucket of oysters, is he?!
Anyway, I digress.
When you see where and how oysters are farmed,
it throws a whole new light on the subject.
If you ever think that you have got a rough job, just say to yourself,
“it could be worse - I could be cleaning oysters”
The next person at Clarity to moan about us not having a canteen at work is going to be sent to this place for a month.
On a sabbatical.
Can we have some fresh oysters, please?
Certainly, Sir. Hang on, I’ll just go and pull them out of the sea.
But what a view!
Not that you’d look up often when you’re working
with a knife like this!
That boat is out checking the baskets of oysters which are immersed.
And I can tell you, it was pretty bleak and windy out there today.
Well, these are oyster nets/baskets.
Not exactly what I expected.
Certainly not what I remember being served in a posh restaurant!
Although when you look more closely...
Then our Alain showed us how to prepare
oysters, langoustines and crab.
I was allowed to lay them out on the platter!
Bit different to the piddly prawn cocktail starters we treat ourselves to in good old Blighty on a special occasion!
Here we see Alain teaching Dave to open an oyster
without stabbing yourself in the hand.
1 down, 23 to go...
You know what they say about oysters being an aphrodisiac Dave...
this could be your lucky night,
so let’s not end up in A&E!!!
|man on a mission....|
Meanwhile, Elisabeth showed me how to make fresh Chestnut Paté.
Have always wondered what to do with marrons.
Now I know.
These good people have certainly opened our eyes today.
Never eaten a feast like it.
I think what impressed me most,
apart from incredible hospitality and generosity,
was the celebration of the meal.
It has really made me see how rushed, unadventurous and functional we are at home when it comes to food.
Mostly miss breakfast altogether, and lunch for that matter.
By 6pm I’m so hungry,
I wolf down my food without even tasting it.
Eat too much too fast too late;
something else I would like to do differently.
So there we are.
A culinary pleasure and a privilege.
And oh! What a lesson in joie de vivre!
See you tomorrow.
love and hugs,