And there you have them...I do have to admit I did freak out a bit when they started to boil and bounce around in the pot, but Ryan assured me that they were dead when we bought them and logic stepped in and helped me move on to...the siphon.
This is the part where you get to dig your finger in and pop out all the poop...yes it is gross and if you don't like the idea of having to remove the waste product from your food, stick to canned clams!
Fun? Yes, it made me feel like I was transported to New England, just got back from clamming and was steaming up the harvest. No I have never been to New England, nor have ever been clamming...but it is fun to pretend.
The rest was fairly simple a little of this a little of that...
And dinner's ready! One thing we did do was use the broth from the clams for the soup, which seemed to add a lot of flavor, or maybe it was psychological, but in my non-expert opinion, pretty good. And a great way to spend the evening together!