Alex took the boys on the fathers & sons campout last weekend. They camped on the sound and brought home some clams and gooey ducks that they dug up. We had fun playing with them. They spit at you when you hold them. We went over to a friend's house to cook them up. We didn't realize though that parts of the beach are contaminated, so we weren't able to eat our friend's little clams. Alex, on the other hand, brought home "safe" clams, but they were huge. Bigger than my whole hand. We cooked one up, and tried it, but it wasn't that good. Something about seeing all the anatomical parts of a clam that big kind of ruins it. Next time, though, we'll know where to go and which kind of clams to get.
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