Oysters

In our travels we are always on the lookout for local food specialties. 

We've eaten crawdads in Louisiana, BBQ in Kansas City and North Carolina, lobsters in Maine, scallops in Digby Nova Scotia, poutine and donairs in Canada, salmon and halibut in Alaska, crabcakes in Maryland, chilies in Hatch New Mexico, tortillas from Los Algodones Mexico, and of course ice cream from Tillamook Oregon.

So, when we saw the oyster beds from the overlook at the Umpqua Lighthouse, Craig immediately said: "Where can we buy some?".

The Umpqua Triangle Oyster Company is right on the docks at Winchester Bay. They have a little store that sells fresh oysters within hours of being shucked.






 










The store is in the front, and the garage door around the side opens into the shucking room. 

Because I am not a fan of raw oysters, I looked up grilling recipes. The one I chose called for putting the live oyster on the grill until it opened, removing it, shucking it, and putting it back on the half shell on the grill to finish cooking, then topping it with finishing butter mix.  All this sounded daunting.

The oysters were being sold already shucked in containers with their juices. I discussed my dilemma with the lady behind the counter. She told me many people just take some half shells from the big pile outside, wash them, and cook the shucked oysters on them in the grill.

So that's what we did. Craig got the job of scrubbing them out on the picnic table.

I used foil to keep the shells level so the juice wouldn't run out.

I grilled them on high for about eight minutes, turning them over in the shell once. My recipe said five minutes, but these were very large oysters (which the store labelled "small") .

When they seemed done, I added a generous scoop of unsalted butter that had been creamed with fresh tarragon and Crystal hot sauce.

After two or three more minutes on the hot grill, the butter was nicely melted. I carefully removed them and placed them directly on out plates so if any good juice was tipped out it would not be lost.

Served with steamed potatoes, asparagus, tarragon carrots, and a nice sourdough baguette

The grilled oysters were pretty good, and we both liked dipping our potatoes into the extra buttery juices. However, I still am not a big fan of oysters, and doubt I will make them again. But if you are an oyster lover, we do recommend the Umpqua Triangle Oyster Company at Winchester Bay, just south of Reedsport, in Oregon.

Oh, one added fact: a dozen fresh shucked oysters cost us $11.50

Grilling at the campground is priceless.  🙂

Sunday Drive to the Potato Museum

When I was a child, my parents and I would often take long Sunday afternoon drives. Usually my four older brothers and sisters were off doing their own thing, but since I was the youngest, I went along. Gas was cheap then, and going for a drive was just something people would do for entertainment.

Craig and I do that as well. We call it exploring, but it has the same feel. On Sunday we headed out to explore the Northwest part of Prince Edward Island.

I found a listing for a Potato Museum in one of my resources. It was a bit of a drive, but fun and educational.

Farming and processing potatoes are among the primary businesses of PEI. Of course there is also oyster production and fisheries, but the potato is king.

A branch of Craig's family tree perhaps?

I love potatoes. When I was a child, no supper was complete without potatoes, and along with bread they were the one thing we could always have more of.

They were the food of the poor. My mother told stories about growing potatoes in a field adjacent to their home when she was a child, and how they stored enough to feed the family throughout the winter. 

At the potato museum we learned about the history and development of potatoes, and how they went from a strange tuber from the Incas, which was fed to slaves and the pigs, to a staple food crop. Although there are 4000 actual varieties, including some inedible wild ones, all the potatoes we eat fall into seven kinds.

So, how do you build an exhibit of all the ways a potato crop can be ruined and make it interesting to someone other than a potato farmer?

This long row of little coffins each contained (a model of?) a potato showing the damage caused by some pest or disease, and information about how to prevent it from attacking the next planting. Often the treatment included planting other crops in the problem field for at least three years. 

Of course there were exhibits of old farm machinery and of new technology advancing the safe storage and distribution of potatoes.  All in all, it was a very good little museum, and deserved its place on the "Best Things to Do on Prince Edward Island."

What is Prince Edward Island like? As tourists we really only get an overall impression of a place. We do not know what the everyday problems or joys of the people are. The people we meet are usually employed in the tourist industry, or are on vacation. 

My general impression of the parts of the island we have seen is that it is very rural. There are many, many small (probably still family owned and run) farms. There are some large industrial farming concerns, and they probably function in cooperation with the smaller operations. We did see some very large fields, but most were smaller and divided by tree lines.

I always look at the condition and style of houses as we travel. I noticed large, well kept clapboard homes, as well as many smaller single story places.

At the same time I saw dozens of very old, empty, decaying house, barns and other structures. Often there was an empty house on the same lot as a newer home. I learned in Nebraska that often farmers will move to a nicer home in town and still work the family land. I assume it is the same here, and the empty houses just haven't been taken down. Hermit crabs come to mind: when they outgrow one shell, they just abandon it and move on to a bigger, better one.

PEI is a beautiful place. It has not been spoiled by tourism or chain attractions, and is very welcoming to strangers.

On our way back to camp, we stopped at a beach and took a walk. 

The tide was low and there were people out swimming. Craig tested the water and said it was not very cold.

The sea is an amazing sculptor. These sandstone cliffs have been here a long time, but the life-guard told us they had lost over ten feet in the last year due to erosion. 

When we saw this sign, I said:
"We're not in Kansas anymore Toto!"

Most signs we saw in Canada were in both English and in French.  This stop sign is on a little island that is First Nation land. 











Our Sunday drive was long, but it was a good drive.

We finished with a nice meal of fresh oysters (for Craig) and a dish of the best seafood chowder I have ever had, at a little roadside cafe called the "Red Door". 

I end this post with a few of the pictures we took at the Brackley Beach, on the Saint Lawrence Bay just up the road from our campground.

Sunset, always my favorite time of day.  

What is yours?