Please I.D. this pink blob

sasquatch

sasquatch

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Clam Dip
6.5 oz. Can of Chopped Minced Clams
Cup of Sour Cream
1 Tbsp. Dehydrated Minced Onions
1 tsp. Worcestershire Sauce
1/2 tsp. Lemon Juice
2 Tbsp. Clam Juice
4 Drops of Hot Pepper Sauce
Pinch of Garlic Powder
Drain clams and retain juice.
Mix all ingredients together and let stand at least 1 hour before serving.
Garnish with chopped chives & serve with crackers.

la la la 2 clams in da pot ya ya ya
 
sasquatch

sasquatch

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Come in, come in, said the Clam to the Penguin,
My home is your home too, come in, come in!
But your home is so cold, said the Penguin,
And I am so warm; I will not come in.

Not so, not so, said the Clam to the Penguin,
My home is warm and soft, come in, come in!
But your home is so wet, said the Penguin,
And I am so dry; I will not come in.

Of course, of course, said the Clam to the Penguin,
My home's underwater, come in, come in!
But your home is so foul, said the Penguin,
And I am so clean; I will not come in.

Oh no, oh no, said the Clam to the Penguin,
My home is washed daily, come in, come in!
But your home is so small, said the Penguin,
And I am so large; I will not come in.

Look now, look now, said the Clam to the Penguin,
My home has many halls, come in, come in!
But your home has a lock, said the Penguin,
And I have no key; I will not come in.

But wait, but wait, said the Clam to the Penguin,
My home's doors are open, come in, come in!
But your home has no food, said the Penguin,
And I am so starved; I will not come in.

Hold on, hold on, said the Clam to the Penguin,
My home is full of food, come in, come in!
But you are a mollusk, said the Penguin,
And I am a bird; I will not come in.

Now think, now think, said the Clam to the Penguin,
My home was made for us, come in, come in!
Well, I am so tired, said the Penguin,
And you are so kind; I guess I'll come in.
 
sasquatch

sasquatch

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stop me please!
Clam chowder petitions the mouth with reportorial pith. It is like a postcard for the palate, a succinct extract of the sea. The essence of the ocean is sampled in a spoon: fecundity, acerbity, agitation. Viscera, friction, froth. One thinks of Nantucket and Melville, heavy frigates with complicated rigging. It is not the weight of packed wet sand that comes to mind because I never went digging for clams. It is always something more indeterminate than that, something phenomenal and huge, like a postulate, or flavor. It is always the sea. It is always the pageantry of the sea. Terns reflected on the glistening sand of the beach. Snow accumulating in caps and paragraphs on coastal rocks. Rejuvenating winds. Debris in the bottom of a boat. Rags of meat in a locket of pearl. This is the journalism of the sea. What, why, and where in a bowl of onions, potatoes, and clams.

John Olson

Im on a clam jag help!!!!
 
sasquatch

sasquatch

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Victor. this ones for you.
~
You will find the tiny cans up on the rack
Of your local grocery store, way towards the back
Where they hide all the food that no one wants to eat
Like sauerkraut and prune juice, potted meat and pickled beets
The nutrition facts are scanty, the serving size is small
The calories are twenty, but label tells it all,
Though the Gorton's man is smiling as he steers his little boat,
The words below the trademark bring a lump to my throat.
"Minced Clams, Minced Clams," screams the yellow label,
While families across the country serve you at their table,
The painful truth is hidden beneath the cheerful metal tin,
But even lots of cream sauce can't cover up the sin.
So although the battle wanes and the troops have gotten small
Let's rip off all the labels at the local food store stall
And set free future clams from being minced in their bed
By hoping some poor shopper grabs Tasty Cat instead.
Author: Unknown
 
sasquatch

sasquatch

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Better hurry back Victor! this is for Lynn
INGLORIOUS friend! most confident I am
Thy life is one of very little ease;
Albeit men mock thee with their similes
And prate of being "happy as a clam!"
What though thy shell protects thy fragile head
From the sharp bailiffs of the briny sea?
Thy valves are, sure, no safety-valves to thee,
While rakes are free to desecrate thy bed,
And bear thee off--as foemen take their spoil--
Far from thy friends and family to roam;
Forced, like a Hessian, from thy native home,
To meet destruction in a foreign broil!
Though thou art tender yet thy humble bard
Declares, O clam! thy case is shocking hard!

John Godfrey Saxe
 
caitrina

caitrina

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Lol, all Victor did is ask a simple question and look what has happened...I think he should get Karma for all of this......
 
sasquatch

sasquatch

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Now we all know what happens to vacant buildings and abandoned cars, this is what happens to abandoned threads, actually Im trying to see if a thread can run out of room
 
lcstorc

lcstorc

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Wow! I had no idea there was so much clam poetry out there.
LOL Good one Sas.
I don't think threads run out of room though. Just look at the size of some of them. HeHe.
I do think this should be re-named the clam thread though.
 
sasquatch

sasquatch

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The Clam

Little clam who baked thee?
Dost thou know who baked thee?
Give me sauce and let me feed
In such sauce you meet my need;

Your cooked aroma's pure delight;
Savory flesh that's cooked just right,
"Give me more", I raise my voice,
Eating you I must rejoice.

Little Clam who baked thee?
Dost thou know who baked thee?
Little Clam I'll tell thee,
Little Clam I smell thee:

He called for clams by name,
For he himself ordered Clam
Clams with leeks (for clams are mild)
Can become a little wild.

I am wild for thou a clam,
Having ordered clams by name.
Little Clams all spicy,
Little Clam I eat thee.
 
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