A fun bit of hand pan and because I’m a heathen, and it looks like an upturned wok….
Cantonese clams in black bean sauce.
Memories of long ago 11 something years ago with a gimp foot thanks to plantar fasciitis all aboard a bus with cane to the Pacific Northwest I went.
I studied enough legalities to try clamming. I bought a netted bag after three days not being able to walk.
I reveled in the Rainier beer passenger side slurped from Astoria Oregon corkscrew bridge.. similar exist in the smokey mountains on your way to Gatlinburg from North Carolina… And my chance Pacific ocean wading wooey cold! Before meandering through Washington state back home.
In fairness, I thuroughly adored the b minus beer according to beer snobs…. Laurelwood’s free range red. I admit it hurt seeing all the joy get a b minus was a punch in the gut. Just as all that excitement to clam only to grocery get as a last resort…ugh.. knowing my town isn’t yet open nor has my covid cash infusion shown processing and sent or soon. But knowing that all too soon it’s out and about time where joy may be the appetizers sublimated poetics of my dreams. Disappointment possible ;). But any of you not twenty might have a bit more grace to still choose excitement and hope ;). And fuck ’em I still like my b minus rubyglass gold of a free range red.
Beer advocate score May differ 8 years ish or so… But it is not Wisconsin beer, it just didn’t get the nod.