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Salt of the Earth: Consumed by Desire

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Updated: May 26, 2023

By Laura Chávez Silverman


Laura Silverman is the naturalist, forager, teacher, and writer behind The Outside Institute. Until she no longer had the time, Laura wrote Salt of the Earth, a recipe-based column for Edible Hudson Valley/Edible Westchester that explored natural and holistic foods. That said, this time around, she just wrote about oysters!


The doctrine of signatures, a fundamental theory of folk medicine since the Middle Ages, posits that there is a healing synergy between natural objects and the parts of the body they resemble. Thus, the furled and bifurcated walnut supports brain function. The tomato, arterial-red and enclosing four chambers, is good for the heart. And the oyster, well, some say it tickles the nether regions.


One study found a particular amino acid in shellfish increased the level of sex hormones in lab rats; another says it boosts testosterone in sedentary men. Bivalves definitely contain zinc, essential for testosterone production, and serotonin, which is inarguably linked to the pleasure response. And who can deny that a mess of fresh oysters—sluiced in salinity, topped with an icy burst of spice and washed down with buckets of Champagne—would make even the most dedicated couch potato stand up and take notice?


Oysters with Cucumber Chile Granita

Serves 4-6


2 pounds English cucumbers

⅓ cup lime juice

½ cup sugar

1 dried New Mexico chile

2 dried chipotle chiles

1 teaspoon salt

Fresh oysters on the half shell


Remove and discard ⅔ of the peel from the cucumbers. Coarsely chop, then purée in a blender until smooth. Strain through a fine-mesh strainer, pushing some of the pulp out with the juice to make 2½ cups.


Combine the lime juice and sugar in a small saucepan. Crush the dried peppers and add them to the pan, seeds and all. Cook over medium heat, stirring until the sugar is dissolved. Remove from the stove and cool slightly, then strain into the cucumber base. Stir in the salt.


Spread mixture in a large shallow dish and place in the freezer. After 30 minutes, and every 30 minutes thereafter, rake the tines of a fork across the surface to break up the ice crystals until mixture is fully frozen and fluffy. Top each oyster with a dollop of granita.


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I Was Supposed to Go to Grad School

Growing up in a large, loud family of 7, they use to call me “Pass Me The, Pass Me The” for the way that I’d try to doctor my dinner with whatever condiments were on hand. At about 8 or 9, I gave up on condiments and took control of dinner entirely, cooking out of a beat-up copy of The New York Times Cookbook that I still own, my little penciled-in annotations intact. I cooked for 7 people nightly, all throughout high school. By the time I was winding up college, I’d become a damn fine cook.

 

My father was a professor of American History. I figured I’d follow in those footsteps, teaching Dickens to 18-year-olds who were not at all interested. I gathered applications to doctorate programs, meanwhile, I took a job as a waiter in a busy catering company. The kitchen where I worked was perpetually understaffed—my cooking skills were quickly identified and I was press-ganged onto their crew. I LOVED it—the excitement, the creativity, the freedom, the trench humor, learning professional cooking techniques. There I stayed for several years while my graduate school applications gathered dust.

 

Cue me, later, a refugee from a crash-and-burn restaurant opening where I was not only the sous-chef, but also the loan application writer and babysitter for a chef/owner who had gone spectacularly off the rails. By then, I had a couple of herniated discs and no desire to stay in restaurants. I moved back to the world of words, and I’ve never looked back. 

 

Since then, I’ve been a restaurant critic, a national award-winning blogger, a food journalist, a travel writer, a columnist, a cookbook author, and the editor-in-chief of four Edible titles. I can’t wait to see what's next.

 

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