Showing posts with label raw things. Show all posts
Showing posts with label raw things. Show all posts

Tuesday, June 4, 2013

STRANGE GRUB - Giant Penis Clam (aka Geoduck)

Now that LAM reads my blog regularly, I debated for 2.5 seconds whether to use the word PENIS, but I figure since I'm talking about FOOD and not my sex life, she'll get over it.

Ain't that right, Mama? :P

Moving right along...

So the name geoduck is derived from a Pacific Northwestern Native American word and is pronounced GOOEYduck or GWEEduck - essentially nothing like it's spelled. And one can only assume that the guy in charge of that transliteration had an iffy grasp on English phonemes.

If we just called it Giant Penis Clam, we wouldn't have that whole pronunciation issue and people wouldn't ever have to wrack their brains trying to remember what it's called, but I guess that might cause marketing issues and people would want to eat them less than they already do.

Unless of course we're talking about the exports to China (most of our geoduck crop is exported to China, BTW), where they'd probably sell doubly well if they were called Giant Penis Clams because superstitious Asian people in Asia seem to have an affinity for eating anything that remotely suggests that its consumption would result in penis or potency enhancement. (I never said I wasn't going to talk about other peoples' sex lives...)

And if you think I'm making a big penis-pumped phallic to-do about this clam, when you see the pics, you'll know why it's near impossible not to.

So the flesh of geoduck, if you've never had it, tastes like a cross between your average fan-shape shelled clam - say, a Littleneck - and the sweetest scallop you've ever tasted, with texture ranging from a cross between firm jello and oyster on the shell end becoming progressively firmer toward the *ahem* protruding end, otherwise known as its siphon or neck, to where it's downright crunchy at the tip. (The Man says that was so wrong, but WHAT - IT'S TRUE.)

The one I photographed here has a rather short neck and I think he had a pretty bad attitude about it as a result, making it extra challenging to pry him from his shell.


Before you get started have a pot of hot tap water or boiled water ready for purposes you'll see in a bit. Then cut through the tough ligament thingies attaching the clam to the shell on both sides.


Then pry the shells apart, and !Voila! Dumbo.


At this point, give the geoduck a good and thorough rinse in cold water. If it smells like anything but fresh ocean water, it's probably not so fresh, and you might not make yourself sick, but you'll most likely turn your palate away from geoduck for a very, VERY long time if you eat it.

If it smells murky or rotten at all, you should get your not small amount of money back. (This stuff ain't cheap.)

When you pull the body of the clam away from the shell, you're going to find this thing that looks like bwalls, and well, it is a gonad, so it's basically bwalls.

People tend to discard this part, but it tastes sweetly of the ocean and makes a wonderful stock for seafood based soups and stews.


By the way, this tubey thing isn't a clam penis, nor is it some kind of parasite. It's something called a crystalline style and is part of their digestive system. Tastes like a mildly salty chap chae noodle, actually. :P


Ok. Once the gonad is removed, you have the mantle (the fleshy part that was covered by the shell) and the siphon (the fleshy part outside the shell), and it is all covered by an outer rubbery *sheath* called a periostracum. To remove that sheath, dunk the clam in that hot water for 15 to 20 seconds. Doing this will not only facilitate the removal, but it'll firm up the flesh and make it easier to slice. 


Start from any edge and rub the periostracum away. Once you've got about an inch pulled away with which to pull, slowly and gently pull on the periostracum toward the end of the neck. It should pull away with ease. You may have to do this a few times to get all of the stuff off the clam.


Pile o' RubberIMeanPeriostracum

In the front, the siphon, in the back the mantle, both completely edible.


I like to separate them into a mantle piece and siphon piece, then cut the siphon piece in half so I can wash away any sand or dirt that's accumulated there.


On the day I took these pics, we ate the entire clam as sashimi, so I cut them thusly. (That's an Alton-ism.)

mantle pieces
siphon pieces

And served them with choh gochoojahng (Korean style), wasabi and shoyu (Japanese style), and paper thin slices of lemon.


This is geoduck sushi from another day from Nozomi in Carlsbad. Mirugai (MEErooguy) is the Japanese word for geoduck, so you'll likely find it presented on the menu as such. And they for the most part only serve you siphon pieces.


But the stuff also makes delicious soups and ceviche among other things as well.

The fact that this is a Strange Grub post does however indicate my awareness that geoduck is not for everyone. You have to have an open mind and adventurous palate to allow yourself to get past the obscene appearance and uncommon texture. But if you, like I, are a sucker for superfresh raw things that smell and taste of the ocean, you may want to give The Giant Penis Clam a blow go.

Mama, you may pick your jaw up off the floor now. <Turns off phone.> :P

shinae

Tuesday, April 10, 2012

Swan Oyster Depot - Nob Hill, San Francisco

Our pre-lunch snack on Day 2 in SF.





"Somewhere, somehow, someone has determined that eating some types of fish may be bad, very bad. So watch what you eat because it may be eating you." ~ Swan Oyster Depot


I'll admit it.






We got Bourdained into going to this place, a little HITW oyster bar that was featured in his SF epi of The Layover.


And the oysters - Kumamotos, my faves, among them - were good and fresh, and I can totally see how a place like this might have appeal for a guy like we think Bourdain to be, what with the motley and mostly friendly crew of men behind the counter and fresh Anchor Steam on tap.






Other than that - it's raw oysters in a standing room only environment with about 20 stools max. (Luckily we got there early and didn't have to wait in line.) That is to say that if they're fresh, well shucked (which is to say that the oyster is whole, and the shell isn't in shards on the oyster itself when presented to you), and of the same variety, then it's pretty much the same wherever you go. 



As for the "half" Dungeness (i.e., claws and legs only) at $18, well, no further comment from the girl who usually pays $18 AT THE MOST for a whole LIVE one at 99 Ranch and gets the all the body meat and crab tomalley to boot. But such is the relative rip-off that is eating seafood out.





One of those places I don't need to visit twice, but am definitely glad to say I've been to once. :)


 

  

Swan Oyster Depot
1517 Polk St.
San Francisco, CA 94109
415.673.1101
www.swanoysterdepotsf.com