Clams are one of summers sweetest treats from the sea. I still prefer to use my feet to search for the tasty morsels. When I graduated to a rake, it took me much longer to get the hang of it, to recognize the difference between the feel of a rock and the tongs of the rake capturing the clam nesting in seaweed. In the cool September air, my Dad taught me the clam “shuffle”, twisting back and forth, digging in with my heels and then my toes to search for what was to become a familiar, smooth and curved surface. My first time was on Fire Island, NY, many moons ago. I’ve been digging clams since I was a kid. The water has finally warmed enough for an extended dip to forage for bivalves, a favorite summer activity. Nantucket is glowing in all of its summer glory, and after a weekend on the island, I thought it perfect timing to bring a cup of clam chowder to Meatless Monday this week. Thirty miles out to sea is one of my most-loved places in the world.
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