One thing that is wonderful about living near Seattle, besides the constant rain, depressing weather and grey skies, is we live right on the ocean. Just two miles from our home is the big ol’ blue and we all love it!
(As a side note, please notice the blue skies. These are very rare, so it is important that you see them.)
Now for a Clam Story:
One of our favorite things to do at the beach is dig for clams. It’s really easy and way fun. At first Lincoln would throw every clam we found right into the water, but eventually he realized it was way cooler to collect them. Then Scott and I got the bright idea to put them in buckets and bring them home for dinner.
We cooked them up and in just minutes they were done.
We sat down at the table and began our adventure with a bowl full of dipping butter. I won’t even try to sugar coat it, it was horrible! Horrible! I ate two(no idea why I ate two) and it was the nastiest thing I have EVER eaten or seen. I could see the poop inside that horrible little, squishy creature. Lincoln and I were gagging and Scott gave up trying to enjoy his meal complaining that we ruined it by talking about poop and then dry-heaving until our eyes watered. He still managed to eat six or seven and he actually chewed them. I swallowed the slimy things whole.
Well with two buckets left of uncooked clams we debated what to do with them and for some mad reason we both felt sorry for those dang clams. We marched back to the ocean and set them free. Scott gently set them in the water one at a time (freaking tree hugger). I chucked them all in at once, smashing their shells in the sand and killing them anyways. Sadly, I don’t feel sorry at all because now I definitely won’t ever have to eat them.
