The Epicurean
A Treatise on the Culinary Art — Charles Ranhofer of Delmonico’s — 1894
No. 2519

Garnishing of Oysters in Croustades

Garniture d'Huitres en Croustades

Drain and wipe some large blanched oysters; remove the muscle part and replace it by a round piece of lobster cut the same size. Make some small oval fine foundation paste croustades; cover the insides with buttered paper, fill with rice, bake and empty; fill them halfway up with cooked mushrooms, cut in three-sixteenths of an inch squares, mingled with a little well-seasoned blond chaudfroid, made by mixing a little brown chaudfroid (No. 594) with white chaudfroid (No. 596), and over these lay the oysters; put in a layer of half-set jelly, applying it with a brush, and decorate each croustade with chervil leaves; cover with more jelly.

For the Modern Kitchen Do not make this as written.

This is a garnish from the cold-buffet chapter of Ranhofer's The Epicurean (1894), meant to ring a platter of cold fish or a decorated galantine rather than to be served alone. The whole thing succeeds or fails on the jelly: it must be at the point of setting, syrupy and barely flowing, or it will either run off or seize into lumps on the brush.

A Little History

Charles Ranhofer spent three decades as chef at Delmonico's in New York, and The Epicurean is essentially the restaurant's working archive: some 3,500 numbered entries with cross-references, of which whole chapters concern nothing but the decoration of cold dishes for buffets and banquet services à la russe. Garnishes like this belong to the grand era of chaudfroid work, when a cold salmon or a ham in aspic arrived at table ringed with dozens of identical small constructions, each one a miniature of the main piece's technique. The word croustade simply means a crust used as a container, and the blind-baking with rice that Ranhofer describes is the same trick still used for tart shells. Oysters were then cheap and abundant in New York waters, plentiful enough to be treated as a decorative material rather than a luxury, which is much of why a garnish calls for large ones by the dozen and thinks nothing of cutting the muscle out of each and throwing it away.