I love fried clams. You cannot get beautiful fresh seafood like that in the midwest. (easily) Back in the day when Howard Johnsons was still around they had all you could eat fried clams on Fridays if I recall. It was a stuff yourself lunch those days.
That is soooo unfair. I am 3000 miles away. When I go back to the Boston area I choose a motel on route 1 that is close to a pretty good outlet for fried clams. The first fried clams I ever ate was in 1950 at Revere Beach, I thought I died and went to heaven. When my little sister became old enough to eat fried clams I showed her she was eating the clams stomach. Therefore she wouldn't eat them and I could eat them all myself. It took her a few years to figure it out and now you would need a gun to take her clams.
I live in sight of the salt flats where these beauties live. We get them so fresh that you can scrape them from the shell, swallow them whole and they will still be wiggling on the way down. Try them batter dipped and deep fried in beer with a local Maine brew. Sorry... can't finish this because the neighbor just dropped of a peck of fresh steamers.
I'm sorry. I shared my enthusiastic response to endless access to food of the seafood persuasion...with my wife and she said I needed to retract my marriage proposal. I apologise. But...please don't stop sharing food fantasies. It's all I live for. ;0)
I love fried clams. You cannot get beautiful fresh seafood like that in the midwest. (easily)
ReplyDeleteBack in the day when Howard Johnsons was still around they had all you could eat fried clams on Fridays if I recall. It was a stuff yourself lunch those days.
Clambox in Ipswich and Woodman's in Essex. I don't go because the lines are always waaaaaaaay to long.
DeleteI can't stop looking at that plat of clams. Dang!
DeleteThat is soooo unfair. I am 3000 miles away. When I go back to the Boston area I choose a motel on route 1 that is close to a pretty good outlet for fried clams. The first fried clams I ever ate was in 1950 at Revere Beach, I thought I died and went to heaven. When my little sister became old enough to eat fried clams I showed her she was eating the clams stomach. Therefore she wouldn't eat them and I could eat them all myself. It took her a few years to figure it out and now you would need a gun to take her clams.
ReplyDeleteI live in sight of the salt flats where these beauties live. We get them so fresh that you can scrape them from the shell, swallow them whole and they will still be wiggling on the way down. Try them batter dipped and deep fried in beer with a local Maine brew. Sorry... can't finish this because the neighbor just dropped of a peck of fresh steamers.
ReplyDeleteWill you marry me?
DeleteI'm sorry. I shared my enthusiastic response to endless access to food of the seafood persuasion...with my wife and she said I needed to retract my marriage proposal. I apologise. But...please don't stop sharing food fantasies. It's all I live for. ;0)
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