We cooked the clams and they were fabulous  I didn’t have a recipe so I just made it up.

I used one pan and one pot with a lid that also functions as a frying pan with a one inch depth.   I sliced up onions and garlic and celery and carrots, which we had on hand, and sauteed them in olive oil in the lid/ pan to our only large pot.,  It’s the greatest thing, something I inherited from my mother, who kept it up in Sun Valley.  It’s a big, blue, enamled pot with a strainer and a lid that doubles as a frying pan, and it is about 30 years old.   We use it all the time.   I’ll have to take a picture of it and post it.

Into the other pan, a fairly deep Calphaalon sauce pan that you could cook soup in or sauté vegetables or even scramble eggs, I put all the trimmings”the ends of the carrots, their skins, the onion skins, the garlic bits, and the parts of the celery that didn’t look very appetizing  That all got boiled, then strained so that the juices ran into the big pot that I had filled with clams,  I threw the solids away. Remember now that I was using two pans.   In the “frying pan” that was actually the lid for the big pot that was now full of clams, I poured a lot of wine after the onions and garlic and celery got soft and clear.  After boiling that down for a little bit, I poured it into the pot with the clams, and set it to boil.  When all the clams had opened, about 10 minutes later, I served them up, with a generous portion of chopped parsley and lemon.  And here is what they looked like, below.

Clams a la Kimberly

I offered this meal of our labor with a bottle of rosé, fruity but dry.  After we had eaten  as many clams as we could stuff down, I shucked the leftover clams and put them and the remaining broth with some water into the big pot and set it to boil. I threw some more chopped onion and garlic with olive oil into the other, “frying” pan, and, when the garlic and onion had grown translucent, threw in about two cups of rice, basmati or whatever it was, and stirred until it was coated with oil.  Then I added half-cups of broth to the mix, one at a time, stirring over a medium-high heat until the liquid was absorbed, until the rice was soft enough to eat.  Bits of onion and carrot and celery and parsley studded the risotto, and the final product was chewy and soft and fragrant and whole in the mouth, rich and robust and satisfying.  We ate a bit of it and bagged up the rest, a delicious side dish for the shrimp or flounder, that we’ll pick up tomorrow, fresh caught, because that is what you can get here in Oriental!

Well, my dears,

Now that I have taken the time to set up the blog (, which took a surprisingly long time, I have a moment to write about where we have been for the last few days and what it’s like here.  I know some of you, at least are curious.  “She just quit her job and went down to North Carolina with her boyfriend to go sailing!”  Yes I did.  And very happy to have done so, in spite of the hundred bug bites and lack of laundry facilities and numerous bruises and scrapes all over my body.  Traveling aboard a sailboat is like a dance. The first, essential steps that come only with pain, allow you to move about without banging into lines, cleats, hardware, booms, and other dangerous metal objects.  With time, these steps become routine, but for now, well, just look at my legs.  Or don’t, as they’re not pretty.

North Carolina is lovely.  The dialect is lovely and lilting and slow.  But on Okracoke Island, its unique.  You’ve heard of the place where the locals have been so isolated that the locals speak an English closer to Shakespeare’s than anywhere in England?  We are there.  It’s not quite right to say that the dialect is closer to the original late 16th century speech, since all dialects change over time and this one has, too.  Still, it is true that many of the words used here, such as “mommuck,” which means to harrass or bother, and “quamish,” queasy, are found in the bard’s plays. Commonly referred to as the “high-tide” dialect, locals pronounce “high” as “hoi” and “tide” and “toi.”

The first English explorers of the New World arrived on Okracoke in the late 15th century. They couldn’t have navigated the treacherously shallow waters of what is now called the Pamlico sound without guidance from the natives, who, it seems, never settled on the island they called Wokokon and used as a hunting and fishing ground. While searching for Roanoke Island in 1585, Sir Walter Raleigh’s navigators ran aground on a sand bar and stopped to make repairs. The first mention of the island in Sir Richard Greenville’s report to Sir Walter indicated that white settlers had shipwrecked there and were saved by locals:And after ten dayes remaining in an out Island vnhabited, called Wocokon, they with the help of some of the dwellers of Sequotan, fastened two boates of the countrey together & made mastes vnto them, and sailes of their shirtes, and hauing taken into them such victuals as the countrey yeelded, they departed after they had remained in this out Island 3 weekes: but shortly after it see∣med they were cast away, for the boates were found vpon the coast, cast a land in another Island ad∣ioyning: other then these, there was neuer any people apparelled, or white of colour, either seene,…From The principal nauigations, voyages, traffiques and discoueries of the English nation. made by sea or ouer-land, to the remote and farthest distant quarters of the earth, at any time within the compasse of these 1600. yeres:  By Richard Hakluyt preacher, and sometime student of Christ-Church in Oxford.

Wococcon was once an island that served as hunting, fishing, and herbal grounds for the Native Americans.  White people never stepped on its sandy shores until the late 16th century.  White people have taken it over now.   White people flood the island.   Indeed, one of the strangest things about being on Okracoke is the absence of people of color.  I’ve seen one Black family vacationing and one Black man taking care of the trash, one Latin man serving in a restaurant and another working as a dockhand.  Everyone else is white-white and most everyone here speaks with a Southern drawl.  It’s not unpleasant but eerie.  What is unpleasant are the confederate flags that seem to be so common, still, around here.  They’re ugly. on WordPress.comLike us on Facebookanimals at seaBahamasbeachclammingclamscooking on a boatcoralcouplesCouples cruisingcreativityCruisingdolphinsexploringfeminismfishGood peopleHeadsheathigh tidehurricane Kateliveaboard sailboatslow tideMelvillemonsoonMotheringnudityoceanOcean passagesocracokeOkracokePamlico SoundphilosophyplayingproductionqatarRecipessabresSailingsandsmall spacessnorkelingSophiaswimmingwater makerswinewomen who sail

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