The 39 New Things I am doing this year continues:
My friend Christa's brother, Randy, came into town and the next thing I know they have planned a clambake on Grand Beach, one of the first places I was told to visit when I moved to Manitoba. OK, maybe not a clambake, but not having every lived near an ocean since childhood, I can only make reference to the 1945 Rogers & Hammerstein musical, Carousel and the song "A Real Nice Clambake". I sang this song on stage with the rest of the junior high and high school cast at the International School of Brussels in the mid-1980's. Here I was years later going to my first real clam/lobster/mussel bake!
Listen to the song while you read:
This Was a Real Nice Clambake
by Rodgers and Hammerstein
Press play and keep reading!!!
|Blaire in a box.|
|Lobsters cooking near a frozen Lake Winnipeg|
These Nova Scotian's taught me how to cook, crack, dip,
slurp, nibble and chew on lobster and I liked it!
The mussels (a.k.a. clams) were a little too fishy for me but I soldiered on.
|Blair about the become dead and pink.|
|Randy stirring the mussel-clams ;)|
We laughed, we cracked jokes, we stuffed our faces,
we tried drying our synthetic wet socks on the fire....
|Sock on marshmallow stick|
|Christa's melted sock|
we tempted the lakes shore, we gathered more sticks
and washed it all down with 'smores and beautiful sunset.
|Charlie, the beach, the sunset|
The entire experience was a reminder that trying new things at any age
can turn into a memorable and marvellous day! Great idea! Great friends!
More pictures shared with using the lyrics from Carousel's song 'A Real Nice Clambake':
"This was a real nice clambake. We're mighty glad we came.
The vitals we et were good you bet. The company was the same."
"Our hearts are warm, our bellies are full, and we are feeling fine."
"Reeeeeemember when we raked them red hot lobsters out o' the drift wood fire?
They sizzled and crackled and sputtered a song, fittin' for an angels' choir."
"We slit 'em down the back 'n peppered 'em good and doused 'em in melted butter.
Then we tore away the claws and cracked 'em with our teeth cuz we weren't in a mood to 'putter."
"Then at last come de clams! De clams! Steamed under rock-weed and poppin' from der shells.
Just how many of them galloped down our gullets? We couldn't say ourselves."
"This was a real nice clambake, and we all had a real good time.
We said it 'afore and we'll say it again, we all had a real