The most oysters I’ve ever had was three dozen, in the Baja coastal town of San Quintin. You told the man wearing rubber pants to the waist how many you wanted, he’d wade into the water with a machete in hand, hacked at what essentially was a rock of bunched-up oysters, then waded back to the shore.
He’d plop that heap of oysters on a wooden table, give you a shucking knife, a bunch of lemons, Salsa Búfalo (not for buffalo wings, it was a brand of smoky hot sauce) and salt crackers.
If they had a blue ribbon that said “I ate like a pig in San Quintin”, I am not ashamed to say I would have earned it.
You just reminded me of the crab at Cielito Lindo, a massive pile of legs and claws drowned in spiced butter, a couple of Pacificos with the meal and a glass of Presidente brandy to cap it off. ¡El sabor!
I like oysters, but like… 4 per week is fine. If it was staple food for me, I’d cry myself asleep every night.
The most oysters I’ve ever had was three dozen, in the Baja coastal town of San Quintin. You told the man wearing rubber pants to the waist how many you wanted, he’d wade into the water with a machete in hand, hacked at what essentially was a rock of bunched-up oysters, then waded back to the shore.
He’d plop that heap of oysters on a wooden table, give you a shucking knife, a bunch of lemons, Salsa Búfalo (not for buffalo wings, it was a brand of smoky hot sauce) and salt crackers.
If they had a blue ribbon that said “I ate like a pig in San Quintin”, I am not ashamed to say I would have earned it.
You just reminded me of the crab at Cielito Lindo, a massive pile of legs and claws drowned in spiced butter, a couple of Pacificos with the meal and a glass of Presidente brandy to cap it off. ¡El sabor!
Yup. I prefer them smoked, so I get a can a couple times per year. I honestly don’t want more than that.
But when it comes to mussels, load me up! I could eat those multiple times a week and not get bored of them.