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Summerguide 2017 | view this story as a .pdf<\/a><\/p>\n

It\u2019s a rising tide<\/strong> for Ostreophiles.<\/span><\/h3>\n

By Sarah Moore<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

\"SG17-Oysters\"As the sun dips toward the horizon at the end of one of Maine\u2019s burnished summer days, like clockwork the bars, restaurants, and seafood shacks scattered along Maine\u2019s coastline\u00a0 <\/span>begin to crowd with hungry visitors, their skin flushed and mouths parched from the heat and sharp sea breeze. Beer glasses are filled and refilled, sweating condensation onto the bar top. When it\u2019s too hot to eat but too late not to, these sun-soaked gourmands <\/em>only have eyes for one thing: fresh oysters served in the half shell with just a squeeze of lemon or a drizzle of mignonette<\/em>. The tang of brine delivers you back to the ocean in one mouthful. Savoring the primal enjoyment of eating raw oysters, it\u2019s surprising to remember that only a matter of decades ago, a plate of the fresh shellfish would have been all but of unheard of in Maine.<\/span><\/p>\n

The history of the Atlantic oyster, or Crassostrea virginica<\/em>, is a tale of boom and bust. As recently as the early 20th century, a large number of bays, rivers, and estuaries along the Atlantic Coast were thickly carpeted with wild oysters. \u201cFor centuries, there was a unique and delicate balance of natural oyster populations and native human populations,\u201d says Peter Smith of Otter Cove Farms. \u201cThen we began to industrialize rapidly, and cities began to expand. Oysters became a real commodity in these urban areas. They were so plentiful and accessible. You didn\u2019t need to hunt them or raise and farm them\u2013they were just there.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Abundant and decadent, oysters were an affordable luxury that transcended class divides. Oyster shells littered the sawdust-strewn floors of New York\u2019s taverns. \u201cFrom the time of the Revolution till the last beds were closed in 1927, the price [of oysters in NYC] barely moved,\u201d says The Big Oyster <\/em>author Mark Kurlansky in an interview on NPR. \u201cThere was something called The Canal Street Plan, which was all-you-can-eat [oysters] for six cents, at a time when Delmonico\u2019s was charging 50 cents a berry for out-of-season strawberries.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

But the insatiable hunger of growing populations and effluent waste produced by large cities like Manhattan started to sour the oyster dream. Free-flowing sewage infected oyster beds in areas like the once-abundant Long Island Sound in New York, causing outbreaks of diseases like cholera among those who consumed the raw bivalve. To top it off, the infamous 1938 New England hurricane and a shellfish parasite that decimated swathes of the Atlantic oyster beds during the 1950s were the last nails in the coffin for oysters, according to Scientific American<\/em>.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cGrowing up, the old saying went that you shouldn\u2019t eat oysters during months that don\u2019t<\/em> contain the letter \u2018r,\u201d says Lisa Carol Rose, a fifth generation waterman\u2013the term used in Chesapeake Bay to describe an oyster fisherman. \u201cThe summer months are when algae blooms or \u2018red tides\u2019 occur, spreading toxins that are then absorbed by shellfish.\u201d By this measure, wild oysters were firmly off the menu during Vacationland\u2019s busiest months. <\/span><\/p>\n

In Maine, two generations of oyster eaters slowly forgot such a delicacy even existed. They all but dropped from the menus of celebrated restaurants. Oysters seemed down-and-out, with all hope lost.<\/span><\/p>\n

A Miracle Comeback<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

Following fallow decades, science ushered in a new dawn for the maligned shellfish. \u201cCleaner waters and advances in aquaculture techniques made oyster growing a viable business. Today, most commercial oysters in New England come from hatchery-reared larvae,\u201d says Scientific American<\/em>. Farms have also introduced the native species\u2019 suave European cousin, Ostrea edulis<\/em>, to Maine waters. <\/span><\/p>\n

The market is greedy for this renaissance. Step into any seafood bar in Portland, and you\u2019ll see a menu of oyster varieties on sale for up to $3 each on the half shell. Kurlansky calls it the \u201csecond Golden Age of the oyster.\u201d <\/span><\/p>\n

In Maine, it may be more prudent to call it the third. If you peel away from Route One just after crossing the Damariscotta River and continue on foot, directly on the riverbanks you\u2019ll discover evidence of this region\u2019s ancient appetite for bivalves. \u201cDeposits of oyster shells are continuous on both sides for over three hundred yards,\u201d writes Harold W. Castner in The Prehistoric Oyster Shell Heaps of the Damariscotta River<\/em> in 1969. \u201cThere are five major mounds and many smaller deposits. The size of the oyster shells in these deposits excites the imagination. They could range from a foot in length to twenty inches.\u201d <\/span><\/p>\n

One of the largest is Whaleback Shell Midden, a heap of discarded shells believed to have been formed over the course of one thousand years by the native people. \u201cIt used to be the size of an apartment building,\u201d says Peter Smith. The lyrically named \u201cGlidden Midden\u201d can be found on the opposite bank. Both mounds were partially harvested and processed for chicken feed in the 1800s or eroded by tides but remain some of the largest midden deposits in the country. <\/span><\/p>\n

During the late 19th century, the elite ostreophiles of the East Coast preferred to discard their shells upon ornately designed oyster plates. According to Distinction <\/em>Magazine, the trend began with Lucy Hayes, wife of President Rutherford B. Hayes, who \u201cdecided to replace the White House china, [and suddenly] oyster platters had to be part of the set. Working with the artist Theodore Russell Davis, Lucy settled on a design motif shockingly different from the staid patterns of her predecessors\u2026oyster platters with porcelain half shells rimmed in gold and resting on a tangle of seaweed.\u201d <\/span><\/p>\n

The presidential interest sparked a sensation that resulted in Limoges and Haviland porcelain firms producing a universe of fancifully painted platters to meet worldwide demand. Today these collectors\u2019 items are being whisked out of dusty cabinets and put to immediate use by 21st century enthusiasts. <\/span><\/p>\n

Modern-made oyster platters seem to favor smooth lines and natural materials. At Scales Restaurant on Custom House Wharf, efficient waitstaff scoop crushed ice into a shallow groove that runs the length of the long polished-concrete bar. Deft-fingered, they shuck the fresh oysters and present them delicately perched on the ice in their half shell, pulsing sea water through translucent flesh. At BP\u2019s Shuck Shack (above), a handcart that you\u2019ll find roaming Portland this summer, Brendan Parsons serves up his Damariscotta bivalves on thick slabs of wood engraved with six oyster-shaped dimples, handmade by local artist Paul Sampson. <\/span><\/p>\n

As Maine\u2019s foodie community surges through the summer season, Otter Cove is shifting gears to meet the demand for high-quality shellfish. \u201cI\u2019m filling orders for places like Eventide, Central Provisions, Tipo, Scales, Earth\u2013the top restaurants that are looking for an exceptional product. [Co-owner Brian Mozeleski] and I are committed to raising quality oysters responsibly.\u201d The local industry is bolstered by the news that Island Creek Oysters from Boston will install themselves in Creighton and Sons flower market on Washington Avenue. Flowing in the opposite direction, Eventide will open an oyster bar in Boston\u2019s Fenway neighborhood. Reading between the lines, it looks as though the tide for oysters will continue to rise in Maine.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

The Oyster Chronicles<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

International oyster expert Julie Qiu<\/strong> knows a great oyster when she tastes one. The New York-based ostreophile and founder of In A Half Shell <\/em>blog recently made a five-day trip to Maine to indulge her passion for our oysters. <\/span><\/p>\n

By Julie Qiu<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

As an international oyster fanatic, I find it wise to be diplomatic when I\u2019m asked, \u201cWhere do the best oysters come from?\u201d encouraging the asker to remember that every oyster-producing region can<\/em> grow exceptional oysters. I can rave over an oyster from anywhere, as long as it\u2019s served in peak condition. <\/span><\/p>\n

But I\u2019ve got a confession: I secretly favor Maine oysters over all other regions in North America<\/strong>. Maybe I\u2019m biased from happy childhood memories of Acadia National Park and romantic summer trips with my then boyfriend, now husband. Maine has always served us well as a place of relaxation and renewal. We even got married in Stockton Springs and toasted our new life together with champagne and local oysters. Objectively speaking, I think the pristine environment and bracingly cold waters of the Gulf of Maine make the oysters here taste a cut above the rest. You just can\u2019t deny the crisp brininess and bone-broth savoriness of the oysters that come out of these waters.<\/span><\/p>\n

Oysters aren\u2019t that different from fine wines insofar as they are site-expressive, meaning their taste is shaped by the characteristics of their growing environment. Where wines have terroirs<\/em>, oysters are defined by \u201cmeroirs.<\/em>\u201d <\/strong>Water salinity, temperature, the type of algae present in the water, and seabed characteristics all factor into an oyster\u2019s flavor.<\/span><\/p>\n

Day One: <\/strong>I land at Portland International Jetport and get right down to business. First stop: Eventide Oyster Co. for a midday snack. My first meal of the trip features new discoveries from Brown Point, Otter Cove, and Schoodic Point farms. A plate of fluke crudo with wild blueberry and hoisin sauce is a delicious addition to my oyster-centric diet. <\/span><\/p>\n

Temporarily satiated, I head south to meet up with Abigail Carroll, the \u201caccidental oyster farmer\u201d who grows Nonesuch Oysters near Scarborough, and I\u2019m immediately fascinated by her approach to the craft. Scrappy and innovative, she has repurposed old lobster traps as makeshift oyster nurseries. They seem to perform just as well as traditional gear. <\/span><\/p>\n

I sample some of her bottom-planted oysters, bag-cultured oysters, and a couple of her Nonesuch Flat\u2013a variety that is native to Europe (Ostrea edulis<\/em>) but can also be found in Maine. They have a robust, savory flavor and metallic finish that is completely different from our native Atlantic species (Crassostrea virginica<\/em>). <\/span><\/p>\n

Day Two: <\/strong>As soon as I set foot inside Robert\u2019s Maine Grill in Kittery, I automatically float over to the stainless-steel raw bar beneath the cathedral ceiling. Now that\u2019s what I call an oyster theater! Executive Chef Brandon Blethen and Tom Robinson from Taylor Lobster Company and I begin discussing oysters over a round of beers. We sample a platter of two dozen oysters from several appellations in Maine, New Hampshire, and Nova Scotia. I whip out my 33 Oysters on the Half Shell<\/em> tasting journal, and we proceed to compare tasting notes like college kids cramming for finals week. <\/span><\/p>\n

The complex, layered seaweed and mineral notes of the Cape Blue oysters from the Damariscotta River are wonderful, but the real showstopper of the day is Chef Blethen\u2019s cold, hickory-smoked Glidden Points. The smoky brine takes this raw oyster to a whole other level.<\/span><\/p>\n

Day Three: <\/strong>A long drive from Southern Maine to Mount Desert Island is richly rewarded with some of the tastiest wood-fired pizza I\u2019ve ever had and a round of freshly harvested oysters from Western Bay, Mount Desert Island. <\/span><\/p>\n

I meet with oyster rancher Matt Gerard, the owner of Bar Harbor\u2019s Sweet Pea Farm, who is a generous and entertaining host. His personal approach to oyster farming can be described as laissez-faire<\/em>: they are bottom-cultured and exposed to the elements and predators.<\/span><\/p>\n

Later that afternoon, I have a chance to tour a nearby oyster lease with Brian Harvey, grower of Mount Desert Island Selects. These are some of the sweetest and meatiest oysters\u00a0 <\/span>I\u2019ve ever found in Maine. Their umami taste actually reminds me of cured ham. Prosciutto of the sea, anyone? <\/span><\/p>\n

Day Four: <\/strong>The Damariscotta River is like the Napa Valley of shellfish. After a scenic drive down the eastern bank of the river, I arrive at Mook Sea Farms. No other farm exemplifies both the art and science of oyster farming as well as this one. A scientist, inventor, and climate-change activist, founder Bill Mook is an amalgamation of Bill Nye, Jacques Cousteau, and Willy Wonka. Mook Sea Farms primarily uses a floating cage system to cultivate their oysters. The wave action and plentiful food allows their oysters to grow quickly and produce clean, manicured shells. <\/span><\/p>\n

Day Five:<\/strong> I can\u2019t leave Maine without a proper \u201cshuck your own\u201d experience at Glidden Point Oyster Farm. I try my hand at shucking an XL Glidden Point, and it certainly puts up a fight. But nothing is more satisfying than shucking your own briny lunch right at the source. <\/span><\/p>\n

I make my way back to Portland in search of one last indulgence before I leave. My last stop on this whirlwind oyster tour is at the corner of Commercial and, appropriately, Pearl Street.\u00a0 <\/span>If hot dog and pretzel stands are iconic to New York, then Brendan Parson\u2019s BP Shuck Shack fills that role in Portland. Brendan\u2019s oyster cart has everything you need for a great al fresco<\/em> raw bar experience, including a detailed map of the Damariscotta River. <\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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