That’s my boy

My son Connlann went clamming for the first time ever, and got his limit in about 20 minutes.

Unfortunately, it would take me a little longer than that to drive to the airport, fly to Sea-Tac, and invite myself to dinner. He plans to make a chowder.

Now I have to change my shirt, what with all the drool.


  1. jsrtheta says

    A chowder?!?

    Did you not teach him about steamed clams? Fried clams?

    Might as well use the clams for fill at the nearest construction site. What a waste.

  2. fernando says

    The clams must be let in the saltwater for one day because of the sand.
    If he cooks them rigth now, the chowder will got the sand from the clams.

  3. says

    I told him about pounding and flouring and frying them. I think he wants to ease in to the clam diet.

    What I used to do is slit the siphon open and wash out the sand directly. Works especially well since he’s planning to cut them into chunks for chowder anyway.

  4. birgerjohansson says

    Clamming is one of the oldest foraging means of humans, and the debris heaps (“kökkenmödding”) that indicate human settlements from the paleolithic to the iron age are often dominated by the shells.
    A proud tradition. You should mark your own debris heap with a black monolith.

  5. JoeBuddha says

    We always went after little necks when I was a kid. All over the sound. The ocean was too far away.

  6. drewl, Mental Toss Flycoon says

    Very nice. When I was a kid, every spring break our family would go to the Oregon coast camping. I remember the clamming at low tide… that was a lot of fun.

  7. Thomas Scott says

    I remember when as a child, my grandmother taught me to say,
    “I have eight clams and I dug them myself.”
    My grandfather loved razor clamming and in fact that’s how he met his demise, he had a heart attack while up to his armpit reaching for a clam.
    It’s good to see that the population has recovered enough for harvest to resume.

  8. azpaul3 says

    Now I have to change my shirt, what with all the drool.

    What, you don’t have a drool-colored shirt? You could change that.
    Then you could have little flies embroidered in places and then, well, you know.

    Bon Appétit.