Sunday, March 14, 2010

Outer Banks Taste Of The Beach. Lucky 12 Tavern. It's All About Oysters. Part 2.

For the past three years, our favorite Taste of the Beach venue has been It's All About Oysters at Lucky Twelve Tavern. Great food. Great fun. Great bunch of people. I was hoping the two drunk chicks who fell out of the cab when they arrived last year would be there for entertainment, but sadly, they weren't. I guess BJ was relieved, since they were all over his ass and I believe some groping on their part was involved. Poor BJ. He was a good sport about it.
When we first got there,
one of the gentlemen (Obviously a newbie.) asked should they go out that back door and stay out on the new deck Mark is having built. I called out, "Yes, everyone file out on the deck and I'll call you when the oysters are ready." Except NOT!
Teresa is tending to her Oyster Stew. Mark, the owner, is talking about oysters, but I'm stickin' to Teresa for that stew. Here's her recipe: Oyster Stew 1/4 pound butter 1 cup diced onions 3 cloves garlic (minced) 1 cup diced celery 1 tsp ground thyme 2 TB flour 1 quart oysters and juice 3 cups whole milk 1 cup half and half salt and white pepper to taste 1/2 cup chopped parsley (for garnish) In a large heavy pan, melt butter on low flame. Add first four ingredients. Saute for five minutes, stirring well. Add flour, saute for another 2 minutes. Add milk, 1/2 and 1/2, oysters with juice. Cook on medium flame for 20 minutes, stirring occasionally. Add salt and pepper to taste. Garnish with parsley to finish it off. My bowl was chock full of oysters. Probably 10 oysters. And the stew is excellent. Quick and easy.
There's cute little GingerSnaps, the official Taste of the Beach photographer, stalking me. And she'll be at the EXPO, the Grande Finale of Taste of the Beach, tonight, where I'm sure she'll be dogging me. I tried to explain to her about my being in the Witness Protection Program, but she's having none of that. Oh, Ian-With-A-Long-I, have you considered investing in these?
This is BJ, oyster griller extraordinaire.
I'm always impressed with the cleanliness and organization of Mark's super busy kitchen. Check out his spices.
Mark has some of the cleanest pots and pans I've ever seen. And I found out how he does it. With these little babies. I haven't seen these in stores, although I haven't looked. Mark was kind enough to give me two packages. Mr. Hawthorne used one on our oyster frying pot when we got home and it WORKS! (And my pot was NASTY.) Thanks, Mark.
Everything is so neat and clean and organized.
Here's Mark getting ready to fry oysters.
Naturally, I'm right next to the fryer.
I have to jockey for the optimum position, elbowing people aside. Don't get between Rosie and her oysters. I might have to hurt you. I am a professional. Do not mess with me.
Perfectly fried oysters. I've had the fried oysters at Lucky 12 before and they're always wonderful, but these that we ate in the kitchen were even better, if possible. And Mr. Hawthorne voiced the same sentiment.
Remoulade sauce, cocktail sauce, and my lemons. Mark makes the best Remoulade Sauce. Period. Here's his recipe: Spicy Remoulade 1 cup celery, chopped 1 cup yellow onion, chopped 1 cup white vinegar 1 oz. capers 1/2 TB fresh minced garlic 4 cups mayo 4 TB coarse ground mustard 1/2 TB Kosher salt 1/2 TB fresh black pepper 1 tsp cayenne pepper 1/4 tsp cumin 1/4 tsp coriander Process first 5 ingredients until smooth. Transfer to large bowl. Combine all ingredients and whisk until well incorporated.
Everybody's having fun eating and drinking.
Fried oysters kept on coming. And of course, I'm right there.
When we came in, we were asked to put on name tags, with where we were from and where we live now. Now I don't like name tags. It's like putting a label on my boob that says "boob" and I didn't want people staring at my boobular area. I wanted to put it on my forehead, but it wouldn't stick, so I settled for my shoulder. Here's Giovanni's tag. Wow. I've been to Plymouth and that's got to be some kinda culture shock. So, Xmaskatie, have you ever run into Giovanni?
I don't know about you, but I thought this chick looked like Vicky of Housewives of Orange County before she had the work done. (And believe me when I say the before look was better than the after look.)
BJ coming out of the walk-in fridge
with a pan of oysters to grill.
You know how much I love pyrotechnic displays. BJ didn't fail to provide. I was really looking forward to the grilled oysters and I had bragged about them to Ian-With-A-Long-I and Jeanette. I mentioned something to BJ about the Parmesan/Paprika/Sugar grilled oysters and ... GASP ... he said they were planning a different grilled oyster.
Here's the process: Place oysters on grill. Pour melted garlic butter over top. When the liquid starts bubbling sprinkle grated Parmesan cheese over top. Remove from grill. Sprinkle fresh chopped parsley over. Consume. Moan orgasmically. Parmesan and parsley.
BJ adds the Parmesan.
Excellent little oyster.
Mark frying and BJ grilling.
Mr. Hawthorne confers with Giovanni.
Lookey! Lookey! BJ grilled a bunch of the Parmesan/Paprika/Sugar oysters JUST for me!
Drunk bitch with MY oysters. Sorry, but I had to take her out. You don't want to mess with Rosie when oysters are involved.
This is my all time favorite grilled oyster.
More grilled oysters.
BJ's Magic Hands.
More raw oysters. And more cab.
I think I got my oyster fix. Thanks, Mark and BJ, for wonderful food and a great time.

7 comments:

dle said...

I am living in the wrong place....I wish we had something as good as that here...but no we have foo-foo food....I want some oysters!!!

Marilyn said...

"I tried to explain to her about
my being in the Witness Protection Program, but she's having none of that."

Imagine that. As it turns out, I'm in the Witless Protection Program.

Thanks for sharing your experience with us.

Unknown said...

That would be good guy Giovanni, owner of Mama's Pizza, the best pizzas & 'bolis in all of Plymouth!

Rosie Hawthorne said...

See, Xmaskatie. I knew you knew everybody!

Mr. P said...

"I tried to explain to her about
my being in the Witness Protection Program, but she's having none of that."

That explains everything. I always wondered why you were always having so much fun travelling, eating oysters, etc. The government is paying you! Congratulations!!

Rosie Hawthorne said...

Mr. P., You just figgering that out?
Obama paid my mortgage!
WHOOT!

Garlicpbo said...

orgasmic is right!