I set myself the goal of NOT complaining in my next blog post.
So this may possibly be the weirdest post you've ever read. That is, if you don't like clams.
Most people have a strong opinion about clams. The innocent clam has inspired a lot of haters.
But...
I love clams.
I like other shellfish, too, but clams are excellent.
It may have something to do with my ancestry. Lots of coastal people hanging around up there in the family tree. Fishermen/women. Some of the foremothers and forefathers were glad to get anything they could to eat, even if it was clams they dug from the mud themselves!
Dad is from a tiny spit of land called the Eastern Shore of Virginia. The Chesapeake Bay is on one side, the Atlantic Ocean is on the other. The air is salty and so are the clams.
Mother, not from there, calls it the Land that Time Forgot. Definitely an out-of-the-way place! Dad's family came over from coastal England, oh, about 1650. I joke that they were thrown off the prison ship (that really happened to some folks in the 17th century) and never looked back. They probably started digging clams after swimming to shore.
Mom's side of the family includes some coastal Irish people, along with some thrifty German and French folk. I bet they all ate clams.
I eat clams any way I can get them, and typically to excess. This weekend, my husband came home with 50 fresh medium clams from a good local fish house. What a man!
We ate them. They were superb, a breath of the ocean, of summer.
Ah, clams. I get misty just thinking about them.
Do you have a favorite food that not everyone understands?
