Salty Little Fingers

MrsB and I have quietly slipped away midweek to the beautiful Isle of Anglesey in Gwynedd for a couple of days. We are staying in the most delightful little coastal AirBnb annex set at the bottom of someones lovely farmhouse garden. Work can wait until Friday.

You could argue this was a late Valentine gift for us both from last week (and it sort of is that), but to be honest it is more about the celestial aligning of moon and tide to create a series of super low Spring Tides here today and tomorrow that we could simply not ignore.

Now everyone should realise by now that me and MrsB love a wild forage - and so it was tonight on the long sandy expanse of Red Wharf Bay. As we reached the low tideline just before dark (I have told you before, I spoil that girl) we squirted salty water down the emerging ‘keyholes’ of quite a few receptive razor clams like you are meant to. Not all of the razors, but enough of them, then popped up out of the sand after their salting like mini-perescopes emerging. I always wonder about a collective noun - so maybe a ‘cut-throat’ of these clams could be appropriate?

Anyway, the end result was, we now have enough of them to cook-up something spectacularly tasty….But not tonight, as its now already past ‘wine-o-clock’ (and anyway, we’ve already been to the chippy). The clams meanwhile are now nicely bubbling away in some fresh seawater in my coolbox with a battery-powered aerator. With refreshed seawater and kept chilled they will be good until we get home. Maybe, (probably), some spagetti alle vongole will follow.