Today I watched a man behind the oyster bar use a small narrow sharp knife to pry open rough lumpy ugly oyster shells. The meat was wet, gooey and puddled in the half shell, being readied for a lunch order.
What I didn't realize is that oysters sitting whole in that pile on ice, are still alive! He explained with a heavy Mexican accent that - "they die when I split the shells apart".
He worked fast, opening one quickly after another. He placed them artistically on a large dinner plate decorated with lettuce and small bowls of sauce.
I asked if they ever wiggle with a little life when the plate is being served. I had no idea raw oysters were that fresh. He said, "Yes, sometimes they wiggle when you sprinkle lemon juice on them!"
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