I just looked for curiosity;s sake and there’s at least 1 near me, but so’s the Chesapeake Bay and the Eastern Seaboard, for that matter. I’ll have to check and see if they say where the oysters are from.
I am with the oyster lovers. Any way they come I am good other than oysters in all those cream based soups/roasts/chowders. Drowning oysters in cream doesn’t do it for me. I get oysters for cheap. Free. All it takes is a scraper, a bucket and sturdy shoes or boots at low tide. If anyone wants to come a get a few dozen, come out to the beach house in the fall when I am back. If you are lazy and don’t want to muck about, the oyster farms in the area sell them for $1 each.
Yes, dried but it doesn’t get to the consistency of jerky. Just think of an oyster that’s been left out in the sun for a long time (but not as gross, as that image might convey). They are brown and hard, and they get rehydrated for use in stir fries or plopped directly into soups. They have extremely intense oyster, umami flavors.
Once my parents died, I was the only raw oyster eater in the family. No one was a fan of cooked except for the occasional Rockefeller. They’ve become too expensive, and I can eat them very quickly, so I’ve pretty much given them up. It was fun while it lasted though. My hundred pound mother could put away 3 dozen easily, along with a Bloody Mary!
Thanks for sharing that. Never knew it was a thing. I suppose one’s love of oysters is often dependant on geography. I had a similar love affair with conch when I lived near an ocean. Not US, though, obviously.