He was as happy as a clam.
~ James Hall, The Harpe’s head: a legend of Kentucky, Volume 3
My feet brought me to the door, but my hands did not want to open it. It was odd, I felt like my limbs were all trying to converse with my brain at the same time; and in the end, I put down my handbag and marched back in to the lounge. What was it? – I was impatient to get to work!
But then I understood: all were befuddled as none had had breakfast.
This was not a statement I could refute.
As you may have read in my previous post, I haven’t been awfully inspired in the kitchen lately either. This morning, though, I knew I couldn’t go on blaming Inspiration for hiding away. In a sense, inspiration is like a colour pencil – keep it in your drawer, and it will draw no pictures; use it, and you may have a bad picture, but at least you introduce the possibility of producing a good picture too.
It was, by this time, 8.30am. I looked in the fridge: oh yes, those clams. Another round of internal dialogue: Who eats clams in the morning?? Surely not me?
I did in the end.
I boiled some water in a saucepan, salted it generously and put some skinny spaghetti in to cook. Next, I chopped up a bright chilli, kept the seeds for luck, smashed two cloves of garlic and tossed them all into a small pool of heated olive oil… oh, shimmering wonder – I cannot remember the last time I so enjoyed the sight of garlic shaking and changing from pale yellow to light golden brown…
Smiling now, I dribbled some sauvignon blanc slowly around the pan, watching the transparent liquid flow elegantly into the mixture, watching the gentle steam rise back up from the pan. After a few minutes, I added in three spoonfuls of diced tomatoes and a couple of happy clams.
And this is how I came to eat something akin to spaghetti alle vongole for breakfast today (I say akin to, because I have never made it before and because I didn’t use a recipe for it – just made it using what I thought go into this dish).
Tasty, sweet and fragrant – a little wet, but not bad for spontaneous cooking. I really enjoyed it.
Thus satisfied, I opened the door and walked out into dazzling sunshine.
PS. Fijian chillies are… such rascals. When I first saw them, I thought they resembled innocent and charming little feet of elves (such an un-spicy green)… and grabbed a handful of them. Oh, how glad I am that I only chopped one up this morning, and that I touched my nose instead of my eyes after that!
My nose sulked and told me it was kissed by a raging FLAME, and no amount of cold water could convince it otherwise for awhile.
Glad to here you got your cooking mojo back Mel! I’ve been wallowing in winter blues for a bit too…think we can blame winter, lack of vitamin D and SAD? Bring on the kiwi summer I say! You post has my belly growling – I love spaghetti vongole! Fav part is getting your hands in there to dig out the little nuggets of clam. Food is always better when its messy :)
I think the sun is starting to show again, thankfully! :-) And yes, totally hear you on the nuggets of clam… mmmmm!