Happy as a Clam, Cozy as a Chowder

We headed on down to Copalis and Roosevelt beaches after Thanksgiving.

"Girls at Dusk"

Because what could be better after stuffing yourself that day, than having a good seafood dinner with the same family who saw {glut} at your worst?

This is our stow-a-way. He gets 15 clams per day, too, you know.

It was cold, but not raining. And we for sure caught dug our limit.

These girls look very proud indeed. I mean, I'm super impressed.

What are you doing Allison? Oh, cleaning up clams I see. (Cutting up playdoh has really paid off...)

Mad skills.

Boy, I tell you what, you teach someone to fish, you really feed them for a lifetime. So thanks infinity, Frank!

...And how's everyone else possibly doing? The breakfaste galleria  is in same room as the cleaning tables.
Okay, then.

Then we make chowder. Not yet? Oh, lets do more cleaning and prepping, then. That's a lotta of clams.

And then the next night we had everyone for fresh and delicate clam chowder, very fresh. TASTY. And with Seattle sourdough bread.

We're practically Italian.
But after all you've seen ...I'll save our family recipe for another time.
Hey, youse welcome.