When I was a young girl we had a summer house on Cape Cod and my godfather would go clamming and make steamers. I loved them… I would eat more than most of the adults. Then I got a little older and turned into a squeamish little girl and that was the end of that. Well this dish made me love clams again. It is so easy to make and everyone is always impressed with how it looks even if they won’t eat it.
Live in the sunshine, swim in the sea, drink in the wild air – Ralph Waldo Emerson
- 1 lb. linguine cooked (reserve a cup of the boiling liquid) Regular or Gluten Free
- 2 lbs. clams (washed and scrubbed clean to get rid of the sand that may have been left on)
- 3 cloves of garlic
- 1 tbsp. olive oil
- 1/2 cup white wine
- fresh parsley chopped (about 2 tbsp.)
- 1/4 tsp. red pepper
- salt and pepper to taste
- 1 lemon
- Parmesan Cheese to taste (contains dairy)
Heat the oil in a large skillet. Add the garlic and red pepper flakes and saute until garlic is translucent. Add the white wine and the red pepper and simmer a minute and the reserved water. Add the clams and cover the pan. Leave the cover on and cook for app. 5 minutes until all the clams have opened. If you need a few more minutes, take it and then throw out any of the closed clams. Add the juice of half of a lemon. Take off the heat and add the pasta to the pan and very gently toss. At the last minute add the parsley and serve. Garnish with lemon. I put a little Parmesan Cheese on top also. Goes good with a Chardonnay and crusty bread. Enjoy!
Allergens: Shellfish, Dairy, gluten (Does work good with gluten free pasta also)
















This is the recipe that started it all – Aunt Betty’s Fish Chowder. Aunt Betty was the best, I don’t know where to begin to even describe her. Betty was my dad’s sister and was like his second mother. My dad was the baby and the only boy and she loved him fiercely. Betty never had children of her own, so she doted on him, even though he would never admit it. She also showered us with love and treated us like her own children as well. Her house in South Boston, Ma., by the beach, was a warm and welcoming place that we would gladly allow our parents to leave us there whenever they wanted. Sadly, Aunt Betty died when I was in college and never got to meet my children, she would have been so thrilled to see our children and to spoil them rotten.
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