OK, how many things can the Fowlers yank from the water, throw in a pot and then eat? Let me tell you… a lot. To top off our foraging extravaganza this trip, we woke for an early morning low tide and dug for clams on the tidal flats.
Mom was kind enough to make an amazing clam and smoked salmon chowder when we returned with our bounty. I have no clue what really goes into Mom’s chowder, but the truth is, I don’t want to know, I just want to eat it.
My brother shot this short but equally illustrative video of all of us digging away on the flats– A 1:33 minute taste of what it’s like in the life of a Foraging Fowler: