It’s a Dylan day. You and I should go to Santa Barbara and get a bucket of clams tomorrow. What do you say, boy? <\/p>\n
Lyric by We Are Augustines: “Soak your scars in the ocean” <\/p>\n
When Dylan was about three, he and I had a food adventure. Donna was at work, and Dylan and I went to the grocery store. We were looking around and I found that Cherrystone clams were on sale. I liked clams, but never had these before. They were huge, and I misjudged how many to buy. I got some butter and garlic along with the clams, and made our way home to the shitty apartment Dylan spent his first years in.<\/p>\n
When we got home, I prepared them. Again, something I had never done. I used the biggest pot I could find, because I quickly realized that I had a lot. Threw some butter and garlic in the boiling water, and then put as many of the clams in the pot as I could fit. The whole time egging Dylan on. “Are you hungry? Want some clams?” To which, he said over and over “yes.” He never wavered. In a few minutes, I started fishing the clams out of the hot water and putting them on a plate. I sat Dylan up on the counter next to plate, and asked him again whether he wanted some clams. He answered yes. So, I made sure they tasted all right, and then dug one out of its shell and right into Dylan’s mouth. <\/p>\n
“Do you like it?”
\n“Yes”
\n“Do you want another one?”
\n“Yes” <\/p>\n
And on it went, until he and I finally realized that we had had enough Cherrystone clams for the rest of our lives. <\/p>\n
We ate clams again, but not those giant Cherrystone clams. And I’m okay with that being our thing we did 18 years ago.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
It’s a Dylan day. You and I should go to Santa Barbara and get a bucket of clams tomorrow. What do you say, boy? Lyric by We Are Augustines: “Soak your scars in the ocean” When Dylan was about three, he and I had a food adventure. Donna was at work, and Dylan and I … Continue reading Done with Cherrystone clams.<\/span>