Clamor

I don't think about fried clams very often. They certainly aren't part of my cooking repertoire. But oh how I love them! When I lived in Boston I spent many a late summer afternoon (having been at the beach all day) enjoying the fried clams at Woodman's, The Clam Box , or Essex Seafood. These clam shacks, like many of the foods I enjoy most, are seasonal. Summer only. It was at Woodman's where, in addition to fried clams, I enjoyed my first lobster roll and my first raw clams and oysters. I'm still not a fan of raw clams, but everything else has an honored place in my food psyche.

What got me thinking about this was David Leite's mouthwatering article in today's New York Times -- "In a ’64 T-Bird, Chasing a Date With a Clam".



As the summer winds down, I'd like to think I'll be eating some good fried clams soon. Unfortunately, I just don't see how that's going to happen.






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