In the link that Giles had posted, the oysters were stuffed into the filet and cooked along with it. There is also a certain geographical segment here in the US that cook oyster dressing to go along with the Thanksgiving turkey. I don’t care for it. So yes some people eat cooked oysters.
And for the people that don’t chew their raw oysters, just swallow them whole…they don’t really like oysters. They like the idea of eating oysters. The flavor comes from chewing them.
I’ve never eaten enough raw oysters in one sitting to get full from them. I’m not sure it would be possible— I’d probably die of mercury poisoning before being sated.
Balzac started most meals with five or six dozen.
I can put away a dozen without even breathing heavy.
THEN comes dinner…
I’ll take this chance to recommend the book The Big Oyster: History on the half shell. It is by Mark Kurlansky of Salt fame.
Chew them?! No!!
Take them on your tongue, mash them against your palate, and express all the savor and juices, letting them dribble back into your throat as you aspirate lightly, wafting the vapors up towards your olfactory bulb, to more thoroughly truly enjoy the flavor.
Ye cats! Who would abuse a rib-eye steak that way?
Sorry my friend, almost all true oyster connoisseurs will advise you to chew your oysters before swallowing. Look it up.
Why don’t you give me a 20 ounce 1 and 3/4 inch Thick mesquite grilled NY strip done medium with a pound of final weight,shucked and deepfried, Emeril’s BBQ Oysters. It’s simply deepfried oysters breaded and seasoned with a good barbecue rub. Mybe some bearnaise and asparagus.
Combine it and refine it and use the BBQ deepfried oysters, asparagus, and bearnaise to top the NY strip. Make a Steak Panache’.
I’ll buy the first dozen, you buy the second, and we’ll go that way until we pop.
An oyster wholesaler lives 2 doors from me. His driveway is crushed oyster shells.
So is part of my mom’s. Crushed oyster shell is a very common building/paving material in oystery areas (in this case N. Florida).
Gotta do SOMETHING with all those empty shells, after all. I wouldn’t mind having crushed oyster shells as landscaping material, I just don’t want to eat the oysters myself! Fortunately, my husband is quite, quite willing to eat his share of oysters…and my share, as well.
And that is no lie. All hail Apalach! If you’ve got a love of oysters and other seafood and you’re down this way in early November, I have to suggest the Florida Seafood Festival. I had the best fried oysters of my life there a few years ago, sitting in the sun on a perfect Florida fall day right next to the water. It just don’t get much better.
A dozen of these puppies sets the scene for a fine rare ribeye.
Why would you pick some random numbers and ask if they were “considered analagous” 