#clambakes

We mention this solely because we’ve never known any one who had a personal “Clambake Pavilion.”

The smell hits first — briny and buttery, a whisper of the Atlantic riding Lake Erie’s breeze. On a sunny Sunday in early fall, I follow that scent through Cleveland with my brother, Dale, a retired commercial fisherman who’s chased swordfish off Nova Scotia and through the islands of the Atlantic. He’s come along to lend his sea-seasoned perspective to a tradition we somehow missed growing up…

To-Dos: Your July Home Checklist — Wyndesong’s Place

Care for your house inside and out, and enjoy the good times of summer Fireworks, swimming, and clambakes. With summer in full swing, the month of July can seem to zip by. 15 more wordsTo-Dos: Your July Home Checklist — Wyndesong’s Place

Her mother was such an unhappy cook that Charlotte almost lost all interest in food as a child. Meat and potatoes, overcooked frozen vegetables, balogna on Wonder Bread. Lucky for her she lived near the ocean. In the summertime there were scallops, quahogs, and all kinds of seafood. Clambakes on the beach with lobsters and crabs and potatoes and corn steaming in an underground pit. But it wasn’t…

Iced Under (A Maine Clambake Mystery #5) by Barbara Ross

Winter has come to Busman’s Harbor, Maine and to say it’s cold and snowy would be an understatement. Julia Snowden and her family run the Snowden Family Clambake Company which takes tourists on a clambake cruise to Morrow Island where everyone enjoys a real Massachusetts clambake. But a clambake is out of the question during a Maine winter so Julia and her mom, Jacqueline, are spending time…