..of which I have no pictures. (If Peter sends me some of his, I will post them later!)
My husband's Aunt and Uncle, Peter and Colby (is there such a thing as aunt- and uncle-in-laws?) were here for the weekend from Charlottesville. On Saturday, after Riley's golf lesson, (I have told you about how lovely this is already...) we all headed out to Cedar Island, which is a barrier island - on the sea side of our little peninsula. This involves packing up the sandwiches, chairs and such, and hauling the boat across to the seaside (we live on the bayside - it is just a few miles across).
After a short boatride, we are on the island with not-too-many other folks, hanging out on the sand, eating the sandwiches, splashing in the water. I wish I did have pictures for you, it was absolutely beautiful. The "activity" of the day was clamming, which involved another short boat ride to the secret spot, and about an hour and a half of squishing around in the mud. The technique is this: find a spot that is underwater, but shallow enough that you will be able to reach down into the mud with your hands without putting your face in the water. Squish your toes around in the mud until you feel a clam. Then reach down and get it and put it in your mesh bag. Easy! Riley tried it (after getting over the squemishness about the mud...) and once he got into it, was very successful. He was just the perfect weight - he sunk into the mud just to the right depth to find the clams.
After clamming, we went back to the beach for awhile, had a fun oceanside swim, and relaxed on the sand for awhile. But eventually, we had to head back home - and cook up some of those clams! We did this in a deep pan with olive oil and garlic, on the grill. You just cook them until they pop open, then scoop them out of the shells, swirl them around in the accumulated juices, and pop them into your mouth. Nothing could be better.
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