Spotty Logic (spottylogic) wrote,
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The New England Clam Chowder Experience--

For the somewhat self-serving reason that my parter loves it, I made New England Clam Chowder last night. It's probably better when served in a seafood-loving costal city, but this batch turned out pretty good, and Nick, Whines, Folf and I finished the bowl.

I'm not sure about the whole "fresh, live clams" thing, though. Two pounds of in-shell clam yields up about 1/2 cup of meat. That's not a very good return, even at $3.50 a pound. Next time, I'm just going to use canned. I don't think the quality will change perceptably.

I've never shelled live clams, or killed my dinner before. The clams were an experience. You were supposed to freeze them and then thaw them, and they'd forget what they were doing and relax their grip on their shells for a bit. I ended up throwing out four clams because they were "yawning" when I took them out of the freezer, so I assumed they were dead. I checked again later, and they'd shut their little mouths.

I scanned my tray of clams, looking for ones that were open enough to shell. I found one, and it would slam its shell shut. This rarely helped its survival chances, which were pretty low once they made it to the seafood shop anyhow, but it did add to the amount of shell fragments Nick and Whines ate.

One of them, in a last-ditch moment of spite, tried to shoot Folf with a blast of clam juice.

Anyway, good soup, but I do feel a little guilty for it. That was more carnivorality than I'm used to, since my usual hunting grounds are the packed meats section at HEB.
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