Wooli part 5… Mongrel Oysters Kilpatrick

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Mongrel Oysters Kilpatrick

Wooli may not be home to hipster cafes or trendy restaurants. In fact it’s sole café is only open, and I quote the guy out the front with the sea farers moustache, “Thursdy through Sundy” (I’m pretty sure that guy does the opening hours for the café and restaurant and oyster farm because no one seems to stick to a time table around here), and it’s only restaurant is at the lawn bowls club, operates out of a 2×4 rabbit hutch of a designated service window in a darkened corner of said club, and is named, like all good Aussie-Chinese restaurants should be, Harry’s Chinese Restaurant. There may not be a reputable purveyor of fresh fruit and vegetables to be seen unless what you are seeking is an apple or possibly a carrot. And if you need to re-stock your alcohol supplies while here you will need to have a shit load of pocket change (60 bucks for a carton of domestic beer should see you right), but if you don’t have that sort of change there is an old fisherman named Jacob who frequents the bar. He will happily buy you a beer. You will just need to meet him in the car park for a few minutes first and no, he’s not running an illegal boxing ring. You will be required to pay with pleasures of the flesh. Your fleshy chequebook, if I may.

Wooli Oyster Farm
Wooli Oyster Farm

But Wooli is home to two things that I love very much;
1. Serenity – if only to walk around quoting “The Castle” saying “how’s the serenity”
2. Scenery – I like looking at pretty things (that’s why I married Jennee. She owns heaps of pretty things. No, she IS a pretty thing. Girl. Woman. Whatever)
3. It’s own oyster farm. That’s right, fresh oysters not more than 400 meters down the street from where I’m staying

I don’t count so good.

Ready to hit the grill kids
Ready to hit the grill kids

So we picked up some oysters today on our daily excursion to the local skatepark. I cooked some of them in the style of a mongrel Kilpatrick and the rest would just have to find their way into our bellies with the aid of a little lemon juice.

Quick, get some before Seba eats them all
Quick, get some before Seba eats them all

I loved them, but I knew I would. A fresh oyster is truly close to my heart. The only problem is my sons are developing quite an inclination for the humble oyster too. When Seba sees oysters he turns into some kind of Jurassic Oysterosausras who seemingly will not live another minute if he does not consume at least half of the oysters on the table. Needless to say, I got a few, not heaps but a few before the kids had gone and I was left checking shells for a stow away. Alas my search was fruitless. I think there may be another trip to the oyster shop tomorrow.

Fruitless searching revealed no extras for me
Fruitless searching revealed no extras for me

MONGREL OYSTERS KILPATRICK

All I had on hand was some pork belly prosciutto from the fine folks at Salumi Australia (gimme a break, I’m trying to get some paid advertising here) and some home made HP-ish sauce from my mate Phil (you can learn more about Phil here). It was not oysters Kilpatrick but it was something that was damn tasty… and who eats oysters Kilpatrick these days anyway?

12 fresh oysters
3 thin slices prosciutto, each cut into 4 pieces
HP sauce
• Top oysters with a piece of prosciutto and then a couple of drops of HP(ish) sauce
• Cook under hot grill for 1 minute, no more
• Eat
• Get some more tomorrow because you didn’t get to many that go

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15 thoughts on “Wooli part 5… Mongrel Oysters Kilpatrick

  1. Kids suck. Seriously, the more they like good food, the less we get. Super enjoying your woolly series. Love oysters, thank the oyster gods that my kids don’t. Yet. 🙂

  2. I’ve loved oysters since I was a tiny tot.

    My parents used to buy them as treats for the family and I bet my dad (who loves oysters more than anyone I know) felt the same way you did when we shared his enthusiasm. Now days, I buy oysters for him every birthday and sometimes even for Christmas. We always eat them raw though. I’ve never seen my dad eat a cooked one.

    I’ve done Kilpatrick and even my own weirdo versions of it using Chinese sausage instead of bacon plus black vinegar and spring onion. I called them “Oysters Hong Kong”. They were good. Actually now that I think about it, I should probably make them for my Pa.

    I think living by an oyster farm would be very dangerous for me and my Dad.

  3. Never heard of oysters kirkpatrick, but I love the name of them! I do like oysters rockefeller though, or how about “angels on horseback”? Knowing how much you love bacon you must look those up! 🙂

    1. Oysters kilpatrick are a pub and club classic over here. Oysters drowned in a sauce made from ketchup, worcestershire and Tabasco sauce (I think) and bacon and then grilled. I think it’s for people who serve shitty oysters so no one can taste the flavour. Smiley face

  4. You just quoted The Castle. Oh, this friendship is meant to be! I mean, if you accept me despite my recent absence… Gallivanting in Europe and missing an entire series of your posts!! I’ve never heard of Wooli, other than the sheep version. You make me want to go there though!

    1. The castle is effing awesome. There is a copy of the DVD here in the holiday shack but when I tried to play it it was all scratched and shit. I was devistated. Not to worry.

      Anyone who accepts my foul mouth is born to be a friend of mine!

      Wooli is a tiny fishing village 200km south of Byron. And it is wool-i not wool-ee (I’m already starting to get a bit territorial).

      Bearded smiley face

    2. Since I read “if you accept me” all I think think of is Bad Lip Reading NFL. “An orange peanut. For me? I accept you” suss it out. And suss the walking dead version while you’re there. Smiley face

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