![]() ![]() This year she surprised me with something altogether more original- a brace of alarmingly phallic Geoduck (which is inexplicably pronounced gooey duck and is neither gooey nor duck). This is a cheese with an uber-cool history and a flavour for which I’d gladly hunt babies. ![]() I have one particular friend who takes a certain pleasure in finding obscure comestibles to slip into my stocking last year she gave me a nice fat wedge of hard-to-find and fiendishly pricey Red-cow Parmigianino. Take note friends and family I care nothing for your hippy-dippy goose-loving ethics. I must say though that I’m always disappointed by the lack, in fact complete absence of foie gras. So my summer holidays are usually full of chocolates, cheese and various delectable preserved things. I’ve never been good at faking gratitude for socks and hanky’s, but thankfully it’s got to the point now where nobody bothers to give me anything that isn’t either edible or ovenproof. For me this often means considering how and when to eat the various food items that turn up under the tree on Christmas morning. The newspapers are full of pictures of babies at the beach and kittens found wanting, and there’s nothing to think about other than the next meal. ![]() I never feel like summer has truly started until after Christmas, when the whole country (apart from those poor unfortunates stuck in the relentless drudgery of hard-core retail) falls into a lazy sort of stupor. Even if one day you should find this blog no longer serves you, you have already lent me a much needed ear and given me much appreciated motivation to continue to hone my bliss.Three weeks off work has allowed me to spend many a languid day in my sunny little garden, idly plucking plums and boysenberries, reading a good deal of trashy fiction, eating mountains of very good ( and largely unhealthy) food and indulging in long, delicious siestas. I try to do the same with some success some of the time.A big huge THANK YOU to each person who comes back and keeps reading, for your support and inspiration. I also have a very conflicted love-hate relationship with pop culture.I admire people who live their beliefs while respecting the beliefs of others. And I am madly in love with a tall, white, and handsome Man who eats everything I make for him with gusto, brews amazing beer, plays guitar, shares my near unnatural love of really good sushi, is an awesome dad and stepdad, and generally rocks my world all the time.I’ve lived some interesting and some would say unenviable life to get to this place.Clearly, I love food. I think that says a lot about me.I’m a half Korean and half Vietnamese mother of two fairly awesome and interesting younger people named Joey and Maddi and now also a little 4th of July firecracker named Isabella (we usually call her Izzy). I was born in February of 1973, which makes me a fish and a cow. ![]() The one I photographed here has a rather short neck and I think he had a pretty bad attitude about it as a result, making it extra challenging to pry him from his shell. (The Man says that was so wrong, but WHAT – IT’S TRUE.) So the flesh of geoduck, if you’ve never had it, tastes like a cross between your average fan-shape shelled clam – say, a Littleneck – and the sweetest scallop you’ve ever tasted, with texture ranging from a cross between firm jello and oyster on the shell end becoming progressively firmer toward the *ahem* protruding end, otherwise known as its siphon or neck, to where it’s downright crunchy at the tip. (I never said I wasn’t going to talk about other peoples’ sex lives…)Īnd if you think I’m making a big penis-pumped phallic to-do about this clam, when you see the pics, you’ll know why it’s near impossible not to. Unless of course we’re talking about the exports to China (most of our geoduck crop is exported to China, BTW), where they’d probably sell doubly well if they were called Giant Penis Clams because superstitious Asian people in Asia seem to have an affinity for eating anything that remotely suggests that its consumption would result in penis or potency enhancement. If we just called it Giant Penis Clam, we wouldn’t have that whole pronunciation issue and people wouldn’t ever have to wrack their brains trying to remember what it’s called, but I guess that might cause marketing issues and people would want to eat them less than they already do. And one can only assume that the guy in charge of that transliteration had an iffy grasp on English phonemes. So the name geoduck is derived from a Pacific Northwestern Native American word and is pronounced GOOEYduck or GWEEduck – essentially nothing like it’s spelled. Now that LAM reads my blog regularly, I debated for 2.5 seconds whether to use the word PENIS, but I figure since I’m talking about FOOD and not my sex life, she’ll get over it. ![]()
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