I love spaghetti and clams. Always have. I love the pile of shells left afterwards. I love ’em in red sauce, white sauce, wine sauce, garlic sauce, any sauce.
Okay, I LOVED spaghetti and clams.
On Friday we went to Wegmans after picking up my car from the shop (dead blower motor). While WM was ordering his dinner, I saw a big display of bagged clams on ice. I love clams! So I picked up a bag to see how much it cost and one of the clams inside closed shut. I dropped the bag back on the table.
The bags were made of netting. Suspiciously, I touched a clam through the bag and the shell slammed shut!
LIVE CLAMS the bag said. My stomach lurched.
Bags and bags of (terrified? I guess so…) clams were dying on this table right in front of me. So people like me could have spaghetti and clams in any sauce they wanted.
I ended up getting a tomato pie, almost certain that nothing died for that meal.
Upon coming home, I canceled our reservation at Disney’s Cape May Cafe with its amazing seafood buffet that I have been craving for four years.
I already don’t eat veal and lamb, and I’m veryclose to dropping all pork products. Now I’m done with clams for a long time. At this rate I’ll probably be a vegetarian by the time I’m 50.
Stupid bleeding heart. Stupid empathy.
Look at it this way… there are PLENTY of animals on this planet who would, given the opportunity, kill and eat you without feeling the least bit sorry about it. I mean… I KNOW you’ve seen the Lion King! How about this… arrange to be buried at sea… that way in another 40-50 years, the clams get their “circle of life” payback! 🙂
Quite close myself. But not there yet. Sigh.