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Baked Oysters -- The Dish That Says Welcome, the Dish That Says Family

August, and Carrie is packing up her apartment in Fukuoka. She is sending photographs of the things she has accumulated in two years: books in Japanese, ceramics from Kyoto markets, calligraphy brushes, a set of cooking knives that she calls "the best knives I've ever used." The best knives are Japanese, which means Carrie will return to the States with Japanese knives and Lowcountry recipes and the particular hybridism of a woman who has lived in two cultures and who considers both of them home.

I have been writing and cooking with equal devotion — the Librarian's Table growing page by page, the kitchen producing the meals that the retirement has freed me to cook without the constraint of a workday. The freed-cooking is different from the obligated-cooking: it is slower, more intentional, the cooking of a woman who is not rushing from the stove to the office but who is standing at the stove because the stove is where she wants to be and the wanting is the freedom.

James visited on Sunday. He brought Elise. They walked through the garden. They sat on the piazza. They had the particular glow of two people who are about to make a decision, and the decision is visible in the way they hold hands and the way they look at each other and the way James says "we" with the particular emphasis that means "we" is about to become permanent.

I did not ask. I will not ask. The asking is not my role. My role is to cook and to wait and to be ready with the she-crab soup when the announcement arrives, because the arrival of announcements in this family is always accompanied by soup, and the soup is the celebration, and the celebration is the love.

I made shrimp and grits for the Sunday visit — the dish that says welcome, the dish that says family, the dish that Elise has eaten at my table enough times that the eating is the belonging, and the belonging is the answer to the question I am not asking.

The shrimp and grits were for Sunday, for the welcome, for the belonging that Elise has earned seat by seat at this table — but the kitchen was already thinking ahead, the way a freed cook’s kitchen does. Baked oysters are what I keep in reserve for the announcement, for the soup-and-celebration moment that I know is coming, because they are the Lowcountry’s way of saying this is a feast, and a feast is what this family will need when “we” becomes permanent. I am cooking and waiting, and the oysters are part of the waiting.

Baked Oysters

Prep Time: 15 minutes | Cook Time: 12 minutes | Total Time: 27 minutes | Servings: 4

Ingredients

  • 24 fresh oysters, shucked and left on the half shell
  • 4 tablespoons unsalted butter, melted
  • 3 cloves garlic, minced
  • 1/4 cup dry white wine
  • 1/2 cup fresh breadcrumbs
  • 1/4 cup grated Parmesan cheese
  • 2 tablespoons fresh flat-leaf parsley, finely chopped
  • 1 teaspoon fresh lemon juice
  • 1/4 teaspoon crushed red pepper flakes
  • 1/4 teaspoon kosher salt
  • 1/4 teaspoon freshly cracked black pepper
  • Lemon wedges, for serving
  • Rock salt or coarse kosher salt, for the baking pan (to stabilize shells)

Instructions

  1. Preheat the oven. Set your oven to 450°F (230°C). Spread a layer of rock salt across a large rimmed baking sheet — this will hold the oyster shells steady so the liquor doesn’t spill.
  2. Prepare the topping. In a small bowl, combine the melted butter, minced garlic, white wine, breadcrumbs, Parmesan, parsley, lemon juice, red pepper flakes, salt, and pepper. Stir until the mixture is evenly combined and the breadcrumbs are moistened.
  3. Arrange the oysters. Nestle the shucked oysters, still in their half shells, into the salt on the prepared baking sheet so they sit level without tipping.
  4. Top each oyster. Spoon about 1 teaspoon of the breadcrumb mixture onto each oyster, spreading it gently to cover the surface without completely burying the oyster beneath.
  5. Bake until golden. Transfer the baking sheet to the preheated oven and bake for 10 to 12 minutes, until the topping is golden brown and the edges of the oysters are just beginning to curl.
  6. Serve immediately. Remove from the oven and serve straight from the shell on the salted pan, with lemon wedges alongside for squeezing over each oyster just before eating.

Nutrition (per serving)

Calories: 210 | Protein: 12g | Fat: 12g | Carbs: 13g | Fiber: 0g | Sodium: 420mg

Naomi Blackwood
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Naomi Blackwood
Week 385 of Naomi’s 30-year story · Charleston, South Carolina
Naomi is a retired librarian from Charleston who spent thirty-one years putting books in people's hands and now spends her days putting her mother's Lowcountry recipes on paper before they're lost. She survived her husband's affair, her father's sudden death, and the long goodbye of her mother's final years. She cooks she-crab soup in a bowl that Carolyn brought from Beaufort, and in every spoonful you can taste the marsh and the memory and the grace of a woman who chose to stay and rebuild.

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