The Ocean World: Being a Description of the Sea and Its Living Inhabitants.Figuier, Louis
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The Ocean World: Being a Description of the Sea and Its Living Inhabitants.
Figuier, Louis
Marine animals; Ocean
Sea-urchins are eaten raw like oysters. They are cut in four parts, and
the flesh taken out with a spoon; they are sometimes, but more rarely,
dressed by boiling, and eaten from the shell like an egg, using long
sippets of bread: hence the name of sea-eggs, which they bear in many
countries.
[Illustration: Plate IX.--Sea Urchins lodged in the rocks they have
excavated.]
Sea-eggs were a choice dish upon the tables of the Greeks and Romans;
they were then served up with vinegar or hydromel, with the addition of
mint or parsley. When Lentulus feasted the priest of Mars--the Flamen
Martialis--this formed the first dish at supper. Sea-eggs also appeared
at the marriage feast of the goddess Hebe. "Afterwards," says the poet,
"came crabs and sea-urchins, which do not swim in the sea, but content
themselves by travelling on the sandy shore." For my own part, I have
only once partaken of sea-urchin, and it appeared to me to be food fit
for the gods; but perhaps the circumstances sufficiently explain this
dash of culinary enthusiasm. The Reserve Restaurant at Marseilles has
not always been the vast stone edifice we now behold, backed
majestically by the mountain, and fronting the sea on the promenade of
the Corniche du Prado. In 1845 it rose quite at the entrance of the
port, a small glass cage, suspended as it were by a magic thread between
the heavens and the sea. From this aërial dwelling, overhanging with
unheard-of audacity the waters which surrounded it on all sides, we
gazed on the most wonderful prospect in the world, and reposed ourselves
while enjoying this intoxicating scene, during which the ships were
continually entering the port, passing under our very feet. It was in
this enchanted palace that sea-urchins were served up, supported by the
traditional bouillabaise.
As I have said, it appeared to me delicious. Was it the Provençal dish,
the savoury bouillabaise, which contributed to my appreciation of the
humble sea-urchin of the Mediterranean? Was not the marvellous view
which I enjoyed from the heights of my empyreum of glass the indirect
cause of it? This is a tender and charming problem which I love to leave
floating in the clouds, half evanescent, of my youthful recollections.
HOLOTHURIA.
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