I've taken my boat out clamming a couple of times lately (I intended to take my camera to shoot a few photos, but I keep forgetting -- maybe next time). Clamming is such a tranquil, even meditative, endeavor. There's no rush or hurry. Just gently pushing the clam rake under a clear blue sky, the top of the lighthouse peeking above the tree tops in the distance. It's not unusual to see a crab scurrying away, a few jumping mullet, or even a skate. In an hour or so we'd have enough clams for supper.
Back home we open the clams, and arrange them on a cookie sheet. A dollop of white wine and a slice of bacon on each one, then a sprinkle of Parmesan cheese...and they're ready to broil until the bacon is crisp.
Complement the clams with wheat thins (or another type of cracker) and a glass of wine, sit on the pizer with friends, and chat about life as the sun sets the western sky ablaze and sinks below the horizon.
Life is good!
Our latest Ocracoke Newsletter is Captain Rob's essay, "Schooner Windfall Sails into the Final Sunset." You can read it here:http://www.villagecraftsmen.com/news052110.htm.