OK, it’s one thing to be out-clammed by my friend Linda, who knows more about the sea — how to navigate it, how to catch what grows in it — than almost anyone I know. It’s quite another to be out-clammed by my husband, who only has marginally more clamming experience than I do. Today, we went to the Bay Street area in Cotuit Bay, and he had half a peck by the time I’d gotten seven measly clams. Worse, when he invited me to dig in his motherlode, all I came up with was empty shells.
I think I have the clam jinx.
I can live with it, though. Kevin shucked me a half-dozen littlenecks while I made the garlicky collards and rice pilaf that would accompany his pan-fried flounder. Life is good.