...to pick up the clams. I'm headed into town this morning to pick up the coques that I ordered last week. While I'm gone, Ken will make some sea water substitute so we can let the little clams cleanse their digestive tracts. He adds cornmeal to the mix to give them something to eat and some flavor.
A couple of hot air ballons over our hamlet in the Cher Valley.
We'll let the clams hang out in their "sea water" over night out on the deck. It's cold out there and they'll enjoy it. I hope. We'll cook them tomorrow. They probably won't enjoy that.
Happy as a clam at high tide. Bon appetit!
ReplyDeleteEnjoy.
ReplyDeleteI really don't know what to say, but I'm laughing. Enjoy those clams. -- Chrissoup
ReplyDeleteSame here, Chrissoup LOL
ReplyDeleteBuen provecho. The view of balloons!
ReplyDeleteDitto what Crissoup said. I only know you from your blog but I bet you’re wickedly funny.
ReplyDeleteevelyn, I do declare!
ReplyDeletetravel, fingers crossed!
chrissoup, that's what counts!
judy, :)
mitch bon apétit ! I learned a new phrase in Spanish!
anon, yes, but looks don't count... ;)