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My Grandpa's Oyster Stew

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December 22, 2015

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I wonder if my grandpa knew the things he'd be remembered by. He died before my brother and I got a chance to know him, but we've learned about him foremost through his food, along with the photos we have of him hoisting up a giant fish he'd caught, or mugging with the numbered birthday candles on his cake (silly Boppo, you're not 16, you're 61!).

These Louisiana oysters are swimming in a bowl of buttery goodness. Photo by James Ransom

Even if we don't know what it's like to talk to him or hug him, we know his drink order ("CC 7, tall, with a chunk of lime"), his genius contribution to my grandmother's biscuits and gravy (scrambled eggs!), and his very milky Christmas Eve tradition of serving eggnog and oyster stew.

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Stew is a funny name for it, since it's just whole milk, flavored with chopped fresh oysters, plus butter, pepper, and celery salt swirling across the top. It's a bit like an oyster pan roast or chowder, but barer in bones. There's no room to hide—so the better and fresher your oysters, the better it all will taste.

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“I was saying that her oyster stew was basically oysters, cream, and butter. I remember the golden bubbles of butter floating on top. She was born in 1898 and I ate her oyster stew in the 1960s and 70s. I wish I could tell her now how much she taught me about cooking and sewing and the great gentlewoman crafts. i am making this tomorrow for my family as I had already planned. Merry Christmas all! ”
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Or, at least, I assume so. This is a tradition I've only recently decided to participate in firsthand (firstmouth?). When my brother and I were small, we were scared of this old-fashioned soup being our only dinner (and my mom possibly realized that our other dinner guests would feel the same way).

She started making chicken chile as a safety—a bright, California-style spiced chicken soup, poured over a pile of tortilla chips and shredded cheddar cheese. When a family friend went vegetarian, a vat of minestrone took over one more burner on the stove, and everyone could help themselves to as many bowls as they liked, of whichever soups suited them.

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As hallowed as the bowl of stew on its own might have been to the last generation, the casual soup party that's grown out of it has become sacred to me. And as complicated as my feelings might be now about cooking around picky eaters, this is the way I want to entertain, to go into a holiday that can come with a lot of rigamarole in a relaxed way, giving everyone the freedom to sample and personalize.

This year is my first as a unit of another family, so it's also the first Christmas Eve that I won't be there for the soup parade. But when my fiancé and I roll in late on Christmas Eve, I'll have a bowl of leftover oyster stew and think about my grandpa. Then I'll have one of chicken chile, too.

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I'm an ex-economist, lifelong-Californian who moved to New York to work in food media in 2007, before returning to the land of Dutch Crunch bread and tri-tip barbecues in 2020. Dodgy career choices aside, I can't help but apply the rational tendencies of my former life to things like: recipe tweaking, digging up obscure facts about pizza, and deciding how many pastries to put in my purse for "later."

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Kevin January 4, 2019
I thought this was a Midwest thing. My wife’s parents do this every Xmas eve. I’ve found that it’s best countered by ordering pizza and Greek salad at the neighborhood Italian restaurant for everyone who wants some real food to eat. So far, I’ve converted everyone but my father-in-law who refuses to concede, somewhat irritatated by the turncoats in his family. Long live new traditions! lol
 
Kristen M. January 5, 2019
Interesting! My grandpa grew up in Colorado—not sure how far back in his family it went. Long live new traditions, indeed.
 
Dana R. December 24, 2015
I was just describing my grandmother's oyster stew to my husband. My grandmother was Pennsylvania Dutch and one heck of a cook as well as seamstress and a beautiful embroiderer. She also painted plates, colored black and white pictures, and made dolls. I was saying that her oyster stew was basically oysters, cream, and butter. I remember the golden bubbles of butter floating on top. She was born in 1898 and I ate her oyster stew in the 1960s and 70s. I wish I could tell her now how much she taught me about cooking and sewing and the great gentlewoman crafts. i am making this tomorrow for my family as I had already planned. Merry Christmas all!

 
Anna F. December 23, 2015
Beautiful article. Can't wait to try this!!