It had been a while since I went clamming, and it was a beautiful morning with a 10:30 low tide, so I figured it was time. I called my mother and asked if she wanted to go, and she did. Had I known that it would take two hours to get a measly half-peck of littlenecks, I would have spared her.
They were beautiful clams, though. I also dug up one whelk, which I threw in with the clams as I steamed them. (If you’re out clamming and you find a whelk, always bring it home to eat because it feeds on clams.) I chopped up the various vegetables my gardening friends had given me in exchange for my smoked bluefish, and made a veg-heavy version of clams with black bean sauce.