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Pioneer Potluck: About Ben's boat and clam digging

(repeated by special request)

Posted: April 2, 2013 - 4:18pm  |  Updated: April 3, 2013 - 9:02am

1971, Homer, Alaska Chapter one

 

Hey ya’ all. This is Ben. You guys wanna’ go clam diggin’ in Homer tomorrow?

“Sure we will meet you in Eagle River.”

We piled our clam digging stuff in the motor home and met Ben and Nadene. They were pulling Ben’s flat bottom river boat with the big old-old yellow school bus, equipped with the necessary comforts of living away from home. Ben made aluminum flat bottom river boats and sold them. They were wonderful and roomy with inboard jet motors.

We made several stops on our way to Homer, just goofing off. It was late when we got to Homer and we parked, as you could do in those days, on the beach across from the Salty Dog Saloon on the Homer Spit. We made plans that night for clam digging across the bay, around a big campfire, telling stories until the wee hours.

Next morning, not so early, we launched the river boat in the launching area of the marina on the other side of the Salty Dog. It was a glorious warm day, glassy water, not a breeze. We reached the area we had planned to dig clams. We dug and we dug. We stopped and had a picnic. Ben’s idea of a picnic was “what-bread” two pieces of “blonee” and big thick slice of onion with lots of “man-naice.” Then we dug and dug some more. We had only three buckets with us, and in those days we were allowed 60 razor clams each. I think there was no limit on the butter clams or any type of other clams or muscles. We hit the jack pot and each got our limit of razor clams, plus a big variety of other clams. We did not have a place to put all the clams, so Ben turned the cover of the inboard motor over and made a big holding area for all the clams. One side of the cover was open. We piled them in, heaping them to the back side of the cover behind the two back seats. Time came to head home.

We were tired and sun burnt and hungry for a big clam feed around another big campfire on the beach next to the water where the yellow bus was parked. We made our way across the beautiful glassy water, singing songs and enjoying every bit of what was left of the day.

Coming across the water, Ben in all his wisdom, spotted his old yellow bus. He decided he can beach the boat on the beach close to the bus, instead of at the marina, and then we would not have to carry all those clams up the steep steps of the marina and across the parking lots, across the Spit road, to the old yellow bus. He pushed the throttle into full forward and we took off faster and faster. He thinks he can land the boat right down from the yellow bus. My husband, in all his wisdom, sees what Ben is about to do, puts his arm across me and tells, me. “Brace yourself and HANG on!” Nadene in the front next to Ben was saying “Whee-Whee!” She loved to go fast in anything!

We hit the beach at full throttle and we STOPPED! No sliding, no gliding. We stopped like a huge suction cup was attached to the bottom of the boat. We were forced forward, and ended up hanging over the tops of the front seat. My husband had his arms over Ben’s shoulders and my hands were in the seat where Nadene WAS. She had been shoved under the dashboard in the bow of the boat and was sitting cross legged and stooped over, peeking out, wondering what in the world happened.

Just as fast as we hit the beach, we started getting pelted with clams, gunk from the inlet water, mud and sand that was in the bottom of the motor cover. It was raining clams!! We pushed ourselves back into our seats. Nadene crawled out from under her little home under the dash board and Ben, with the steering wheel in his hand, turned, steering wheel STILL in his hands, it had broken off, yelled, “Is anyone hurt? Is anyone hurt?”

He did not fully comprehend that he was turning around and looking to see if anyone was hurt with the steering wheel still held in a driving position.

Nadene crawled back up on the seat full of clam gunk, muddy water and bits and pieces of clam shells hanging off her. She turned and attacked Ben with her open hand, creaming in her Texas accent. “Lookee! LOOKee wat’ ya’ don! Ben! Lookee lookee”! She kept beating on him. We all looked at each other, Ben still with his broken steering wheel in his hands, gunk dripping off everyone, and we started to laugh. We laughed uncontrollably! We laughed so hard that Nadene stopped beating on Ben and seeing the humor, pointing at us and started laughing. Ben was still in total shock still had a death grip on the steering wheel.

To be continued next week.

Corny-clam Chowder

In glass cooking pot with lid, place:

1 c. chopped onion

1/3 chopped celery

1/2 c.chopped green pepper

1/2 c. chopped red pepper

1 can chicken broth

 

Simmer on wood stove (or any stove) one hour and add:

1 can canned milk

1/2 tsp. black pepper

1/2 tsp. basil

1 pt. canned clams

1 can minced or diced clams

Place on cooking stove and bring to a “near” boil. Mix 1 tablespoon cornstarch with 1/3 cup water… Stir cornstarch slowly into hot milk - thick and creamy. Add a small amount of real butter and parsle. Serve in hot soup bowls with oster crackers. This is a very good ompany’s coming soup. Add grated carrot for color.

Alaska Reindeer Sausage Breakfast Skillet

1 28oz pkg frozen O’Brien hash brown potatoes

1 onion chopped

1/2 each red and green bell pepper diced

1 pound reindeer sausage (or Kielbasa or

Polish sausage) cut in small diced pieces

1 cup Monterey Jack cheese shredded (or

cheddar)

Fry potatoes according to package directions

add the onions, pepper and sausage,

adding more vegetable oil it needed. When vegetables and meat is nicely browned top with cheese.

Cover for 3 to 4 minutes. Serve from skillet with a big spoon.

Additions:

Add 6 beaten eggs to hot potatoes and sausage.

Stir until eggs are set. OR make 4 wells in the hot potatoes, and place an egg into each well. Pour a small amount of water down the side of the skillet and quickly close with lid.

Simmer on low until the eggs are set – sprinkle with cheese – serve from the skillet. Funone skillet breakfast.

Good at a campfire.

Blueberry Morning Muffins

Just a little different with orange flavor.

2 cups flour

3/4 cups PLUS 5 tsp sugar

3/4 baking powder

1/2 tsp baking soda

1/2 tsp salt

1/2 cup milk

2 eggs

1/2 cup vegetable oil

1 tsp grated orange zest

1/2 tsp orange extract (op)

1 cup fresh blueberries*

Preheat oven to 375 degrees. Coat muffin tins with cooking spray.

In a large bowl, whisk flour and 3/4 cups sugar, baking powder and soda, salt.

Make a well in center.

In a small bowl whisk together milk, eggs, oil and orange zest and extract. Pour milk mixture into well of flour and stir just until combined. Fold in blueberries.

Place 1/3 cup batter in each muffin tin. Fill the empty tins with water.

Sprinkle each muffin with 1/2 tsp sugar. Bake at 375 degrees for 25 minutes, until crowned and lightly brown. Cool on rack and serve warm with butter.

* I use frozen blueberries, slightly thawed for about 30 minutes.

You may have to bake slightly longer.

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