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tiger-prawn

 

Shopping at the Chelsea Market I stopped to check out the selection at The Lobster Place, my favorite fish market. I saw these huge shrimp called tiger prawns and just had to buy them for Steve, my lovely husband, who could dine on shrimp every night. I googled them when I got home and found that they are native to Southeast Asia, but are farmed all over the world. Apparently during one of our recent hurricanes, some of these big guys escaped from the farm and ended up procreating in the Gulf of Mexico where they are thriving – much to the dismay of local shrimpers who fear that they will over-take the native species because they are so big and aggressive.  Now the quandary, do we buy them wild or only buy those that are farmed. Being environmentally correct sure does take work. Got any ideas?

Since I had bought them, I had to cook them and this is what I did.

2 pounds tiger prawns

Juice and zest of 1 lemon

½ cup olive oil

1 hot red or green chile, stemmed and cut, crosswise, into thin slices

1 shallot, peeled and minced

1 small bunch broccolini, trimmed and cut into 2-inch pieces

Salt and pepper

2 tablespoons unsalted butter

2 tablespoons chopped flat leaf parsley

 

Preheat the oven to 450ºF.

Combine the prawns with the lemon juice and zest, olive oil, chile, and shallot in a roasting pan.   Cover with plastic film and allow to marinate for 15 minutes.

Uncover, toss in the broccolini, and season with salt and pepper.  Transfer to the preheated oven and roast, turning occasionally, for about 8 minutes or until the prawns are bright pink and the broccolini is barely cooked.

Remove from the oven and stir in the butter and parsley.  Serve immediately with some warm crusty bread to sop up the juices.

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oysters_2563

 

I think that oysters are the one food that most people take a long time to come around to liking.   Their looks impede the progress, I think, although I find the shells quite beautiful.  They are also one of those foods that get you to wondering about the first person who had the smarts to figure out that there was something delicious inside that shell.  I’ll bet the first taste-tester was an otter, a raccoon, or some primitive relative of either of them.  Then, humans saw the clever creature slurping up the sweet-salty mollusk and, as they say, culinary history was made.
On our annual Provincetown run, raw oysters are on the menu every night – usually with a glass of champagne or prosecco.  We never tire of them.  Sometimes I make a mignonette – the classic French dipping sauce – but usually we simply eat them “au naturelle” because they are so fresh, so saline, so sweet, so meaty that they need nothing to accent their almost indefinable taste.   Either way, if you are not an oyster lover, I encourage you to close your eyes and lift one to your lips – give a quick slurp and enjoy the wonderfully sensual taste and texture of a perfectly fresh oyster on your palate.  You will become a convert!

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