After one of the usual clamming trips this summer, I asked the kids what they’d like me to make with the clams for dinner that night. With so many clam dishes in our collective repertoire, I asked the kids to tell me their favorites. Julia’s – clamcakes. Alex’s – chowder AND clamcakes. I think I’d… Continue reading Growing
While I was at work today Bill and the kids went digging for clams. Yep, in January. After about an hour and a half of digging they brought home fifteen pounds total. Mostly little necks, with about a dozen steamers, a razor clam, and two oysters.
I say “my versions” because, well, that’s what they are. Slightly different from the traditional, and heartily approved by my three main critics.
Sometimes we think about leaving. Sometimes it’s a frustrating state to live in, our Little Rhody. The economy is still struggling, and my husband is a teacher, and what this state is doing (and has done) to his pension is appalling.
So sometimes we think of going somewhere else. Starting over. Doing something different. We’ve talked of farming. I would love a cow, some goats, a bunch of chickens. We’d both love more land so we could raise more of our own vegetables. And we think we’d make a good go of it.
Until this happens….
We’ve never grown it before, so I had no idea what to look for in terms of the actual ripening fruit. But here’s what it looks like. Pretty interesting, no?
Bill and the kids and I went to our favorite Asian market recently to stock up on a few things and get ingredients for a couple of meal ideas Bill had been kicking around. Part of the fun of shopping there (besides the fabulous butcher, “Tommy” who talks fishing with Bill) is finding and trying out new and different ingredients. Sometimes we’ll just see something and buy it, figuring we’ll find a use for it eventually.
This time around, while the kids were searching for chicken feet in the poultry section (yes, really), I noticed bags of these noodles on an aisle shelf nearby. I saw that these were made from potato starch, rather than bean starch, and they were kind of gray in color, and, well, they just looked cool.
So I had to get them.
We all have certain dishes that we gravitate toward when we're feeling a little less than 100%. Foods that wrap us up in a big culinary hug and tell us everything will be okay, and we'll feel better soon.
Or Clam Pancakes. Or Clammycakes.
Take your pick. I don't know what to call them.
Here's how they came about.
I think this is my personal favorite of all the meals. I love seafood, first of all, and as far as preparation goes, a boiled lobster is pretty easy.
Littlenecks on the half-shell are easy too - especially if you're not the one shucking them. Bill usually does that here, which is good because I can't take pictures and shuck a clam at the same time.