Aug 3rd 2013, 07:00, by By S. Irene Virbila
Once I had dinner at my friend Christine's house in Paris. Three women and a big bowl of raw clams. She gave us each a knife and told me to watch for the moment the clam shell opened a crack, then plunge the knife in and open. She and her friend Jeanne talked a mile a minute. For me, to follow in French and watch the clams at the same time proved difficult. And I'm sure the two of them got the bulk of the shellfish. I still love clams but prefer to have someone else open them. I can eat a couple of dozen on the half shell, but I enjoy them cooked when their briny flavor is heightened too.
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