I like these when served up steaming in a bowl on Whidbey Island, but otherwise they remind me of the masses o’ mussels that congregate on piers and I wonder if they’re full of mercury. Because maybe water doesn’t flush out of our harbor well enough.
Enjoyed all the perky enthusiastic comments suddenly jarred to an abrupt halt by David’s “yuck.”
And some wine.
They have their mouths open and they’re crying out, “Noooooo!”
In Trinidad, we call those “chip-chip.” We’d bring them home, and dad would make this cocktail sauce to mix them into …
…mmmm.
I have a breezy porch you’re welcome to sit on (and it’s in NJ) heheh 🙂 My father raves about my breeze.
I guessed “clams on the beach”!
They’re also good with some garlicky bread crumbs on top.
Yuck.
WINE! You need wine!
and an oceanfront home to support the breezy wraparound porch.
My mouth just went from “slightly moist” to “drooling” in like 2 seconds flat 😛
I like these when served up steaming in a bowl on Whidbey Island, but otherwise they remind me of the masses o’ mussels that congregate on piers and I wonder if they’re full of mercury. Because maybe water doesn’t flush out of our harbor well enough.
Enjoyed all the perky enthusiastic comments suddenly jarred to an abrupt halt by David’s “yuck.”
Those are always my favorites: lifestyle foods that come with environments and mindsets…