Tradition continued in ‘22 with a great family clam dig in Peconic Bay. Would there be few clams this year? Only big chowder clams? Or a bonanza?
Around 11 am the first rakes hit the water. We were in luck! Just 20 feet from the water’s edge we quickly found beds of nice sized clams. Everyone took turns with the clam rakes, dragging through the water until you hit a bump, digging, and scooping up the clams. Sometimes we pulled up two or three at a time. The ever-talented Audrey followed in Jacob’s footsteps by digging up clams with her toes.
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After an hour’s work, we had a bucket full of clams, and it was time for the count. A record was broken – our haul was 109 clams. We threw a few chowder sized clams (too big) back into the sea.
A celebration ensued! There would be dinner tonight!!
As I looked down the beach, it was a great view. And how lucky we are to have a beach just a stroll down the street where we can dig our own clams every year!
After a lunch break, Mom and I went out shopping. First, we hit a famous farm stand for some basil, garlic, heirloom tomatos, and of course, peach-raspberry pie. Then to Harbes for the North Fork’s sweetest corn. After that a long drive to Von Duzer’s to tank up on propane for the grill and finally, King Kullen supermarket for a few necessities. Our menu:
- grilled clams
- grilled shrimp (alas from the supermarket)
- caprese salad (with the heirloom tomatos)
- steamed corn
- spaghetti with fresh pesto
And yes, it tasted better than it looks!
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