Comments on: In a ’64 T-Bird, Chasing a Date with a Clam http://leitesculinaria.com/9790/writings-in-a-64-t-bird-chasing-a-date-with-a-fried-clam.html#utm_source=feed&utm_medium=feed&utm_campaign=feed Recipes, Food, and Cooking Blog Sat, 11 Feb 2012 22:52:37 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.3.1 By: Rick Casner http://leitesculinaria.com/9790/writings-in-a-64-t-bird-chasing-a-date-with-a-fried-clam.html#comment-37406 Rick Casner Wed, 27 Jul 2011 17:51:47 +0000 http://leitesculinaria.com/wordpress/?p=9790#comment-37406 Two words: Evelyn's Tiverton Two words: Evelyn’s Tiverton

]]> By: David Leite http://leitesculinaria.com/9790/writings-in-a-64-t-bird-chasing-a-date-with-a-fried-clam.html#comment-14581 David Leite Mon, 24 May 2010 13:40:20 +0000 http://leitesculinaria.com/wordpress/?p=9790#comment-14581 You're totally right. These clams, unlike those in Cape Cod and other places, grow in mud flats. It gives a mineral-y, earthy flavor to the bellies. You’re totally right. These clams, unlike those in Cape Cod and other places, grow in mud flats. It gives a mineral-y, earthy flavor to the bellies.

]]> By: Ling Teo http://leitesculinaria.com/9790/writings-in-a-64-t-bird-chasing-a-date-with-a-fried-clam.html#comment-14579 Ling Teo Mon, 24 May 2010 13:27:04 +0000 http://leitesculinaria.com/wordpress/?p=9790#comment-14579 It's those darn Ipswich clams, I tell you. They should get the equivalent of a DOC/AOC. Matchless. Argh, now the hubby is begging for clam chowder... I'll make him your clams cataplana soon, see what he makes of that!! Ling It’s those darn Ipswich clams, I tell you. They should get the equivalent of a DOC/AOC. Matchless. Argh, now the hubby is begging for clam chowder… I’ll make him your clams cataplana soon, see what he makes of that!!

Ling

]]> By: David Leite http://leitesculinaria.com/9790/writings-in-a-64-t-bird-chasing-a-date-with-a-fried-clam.html#comment-14574 David Leite Mon, 24 May 2010 13:11:58 +0000 http://leitesculinaria.com/wordpress/?p=9790#comment-14574 Ling, I totally, 100 percent understand. In fact, when I go up north one of my very first stops is the Clam Box. Bereft of that, another fried shack. I think fried clams get really short shrift in American regional cuisine. I believe that they deserve to be right up there with fried chicken and barbecue. Ling, I totally, 100 percent understand. In fact, when I go up north one of my very first stops is the Clam Box. Bereft of that, another fried shack. I think fried clams get really short shrift in American regional cuisine. I believe that they deserve to be right up there with fried chicken and barbecue.

]]> By: Ling Teo http://leitesculinaria.com/9790/writings-in-a-64-t-bird-chasing-a-date-with-a-fried-clam.html#comment-14569 Ling Teo Mon, 24 May 2010 12:23:45 +0000 http://leitesculinaria.com/wordpress/?p=9790#comment-14569 Three years ago, the hubby and I were visiting rellies in Worcester, Mass. (he's a New England boy like you) when we decided to take a driving tour of the coast road towards Ipswich. It was 10.30 in the morning, and I recall that we had just decided that we would have a late lunch, as we were still full from breakfast. Thirty second later, the Clam Box shack swings into view, and I screamed "Pull over! Stop there! Fried clams!!" Hubby screeches into the carpark, all the while shouting, "There's a queue forming! It must be good! Quick run!!" 15 mins later saw the both of us hurrying to a table, laden with fried bellies, strips and a pile of scallops. David, it was close to a religious experience--reverential silence apart from the slurping and chomping, eyes fixed onto something in the middle distance and glazed over - it was the most perfect fried clam/seafood moment of my life. Even as I am writing this now, I can STILL taste the sweet, fresh brininess, the perfect light, greaseless crust--enough to make me up sticks from Singapore and decamp permanently. Three years ago, the hubby and I were visiting rellies in Worcester, Mass. (he’s a New England boy like you) when we decided to take a driving tour of the coast road towards Ipswich. It was 10.30 in the morning, and I recall that we had just decided that we would have a late lunch, as we were still full from breakfast. Thirty second later, the Clam Box shack swings into view, and I screamed “Pull over! Stop there! Fried clams!!” Hubby screeches into the carpark, all the while shouting, “There’s a queue forming! It must be good! Quick run!!” 15 mins later saw the both of us hurrying to a table, laden with fried bellies, strips and a pile of scallops. David, it was close to a religious experience–reverential silence apart from the slurping and chomping, eyes fixed onto something in the middle distance and glazed over – it was the most perfect fried clam/seafood moment of my life. Even as I am writing this now, I can STILL taste the sweet, fresh brininess, the perfect light, greaseless crust–enough to make me up sticks from Singapore and decamp permanently.

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