Of course I couldn’t wait to start my oyster-eating adventures, and made a detour through Hyannis yesterday to Pain D’Avignon, a bakery and café that not only have a mind-boggling array of breads and pastries (they bake 175 different kinds of items every day) but also offers French-Mediterranean bistro-type dining with—surprise!—oysters.
Though I usually prefer my oysters nekkid, as the bohemian chef and artist Howard Mitcham used to say, with just a squeeze of lemon and—occasionally—the tiniest squirt of Tabasco, I just had to try Huitres au Four, Pain D’Avignon’s dreamy baked oysters made with locally grown organic leeks, house-smoked bacon, a touch of Pernod and a sprinkle of Parmesan. (That’s them in the photo.) The oysters are offered at dinner only, though if you stop by for lunch the sandwiches, stone-hearth oven pizzas, and salads are yummy too.
But today I’m in Wellfleet where the festivities begin tonight at the Third Annual OysterFest Party 'Find A Place At The Table'. (An elegant evening of wine, art, music and food.)
Check out the rest of the online schedule for information about the 5K road race, street festival, entertainment, cooking demos, oyster flat tours and the shucking competition. Yours truly will be MCing Taste the Terroir on Saturday morning, 9:00 a.m. And I’m so exited to watch the film By The Waters, by Marnie Crawford Samuelson, which documents a year on the Indian Neck flats in Wellfleet, revolving around mother and son shellfishermen, Barbara and Clint Austin.