Clammin
We live in such a cool state. For those of you that I’ve yet to convince to move here… if you can just get past the rain, I really think you should reconsider and join us. Ann & Rick – maybe you’ll do a year in the pac northwest? eh? eh? yes?
Anyways. Today’s adoration stems from the incredible food we’ve got going on up here. No, not awesome chefs or the abundance of great restaurants, but actual food that grows locally and is only available in the area.
Like razor clams.
In Washington, you can go “recreational razor clamming“, and load up buckets with these little buggers (thanks to the Washington Goverment for the lovely photo)
photo c/o wdfw.wa.gov
…I mean, assuming you’d want to. The easier way to get these little guys in your kitchen is to make friends with someone who likes being in nature more than me. One of jon’s coworkers, Andy, gave him a bag full of them already shucked, cleaned, and filleted.
Talk about lucking out!
Jon doesn’t cook often, but when he does, it’s always wonderful. I think we’re both waiting for me to make a bit more money so he can quit his job and be a house husband. Maybe if he had his days free, he wouldd go clammin for me and cook these up again. But never mind the cooking… look at the crazy head of hair on this guy!
Besides Washingtonians, razor clams are a tasty treat for dungeness crabs and birds – but I don’t think any of them think to fry them first in panko. Really well done, jon.
