Clams and clam juice

There were a few stray littlenecks in the refrigerator, and I wasn’t sure they were fresh enough to be eaten raw since they’d been there eight days.  But I opened one, and it smelled fine.  I tasted it, and it tasted fine.  So I ate ’em, and lived to tell the tale.

The clam juice was an ingredient in a leek and artichoke stew with cod and capers.  It was uninspired, I’m sorry to say.