Wherein a most random conversation reveals waitress wisdom and I learn that even if you can’t go home again, you can at least take your leftover raw oysters with you, wherever you’re going.
The subject comes courtesy a waitress at Parrains where E and I were eating 25 cent raw oysters on Tuesday night. We’d ordered 3 dozen between us and had made a unholy mess of the table to the point where we really couldn’t tell what the score was (though E did more arranging of the last dozen into an aesthetically pleasing pattern than eating them). The conversation was flying around somewhere between E’s recent trip to LA, physics, trigonometry, open source software licenses, my absurdly fastidious love of baseball and the the oddities and eccentricities of families, so that when the waitress popped in and asked if she could clear anything, E and I both attempted to pause the conversation, but were so rapped up in it we just stared at her as if she’d spoken in some alien tongue. I might have managed something in reply, I don’t really recall, but the waitress just grinned and said, “Take your time with your chaos,” which I thought to be one of the more profound and best pieces of advice I’ve ever been given by a waitress (it should be noted that the last two trips to Parrains for oysters have been accompanied by above par waitresses, though; I’m not sure what it is about that place).
We ended up with 8 or 10 leftover raw oysters (all exquisitely arranged in mosaic on E’s platter), which is a predicament I’ve never found myself in before. Can you get a raw oyster doggy bag, and if so, why would you want to? Then E hit upon a clandestine mission to try to replicate an oyster/saltine cracker casserole that some friend had made for her some years ago and had refused to divulge the recipe to, claiming it was a family secret (side note: this was repudiated by E finding the recipe on the side of a cracker box sometime later).
So, having taken the time to decide what to do with our chaos, E asked the waitress for a doggy bag for our raw oysters and per the look on the waitresses’ face, I can say that E may have been the first person to have EVER asked to take raw oysters home with them. But we did, and found this recipe on the internets, which took all of 15 minutes to prepare including the run over to Bet-R for vegetables. And how good was it? That damn good.