Over the years I have become wary of certain foods, number one among them the lowly clam. And no, do not attempt to confuse the issue with a discussion of oysters which, as far as I concerned arrived on planet Earth at roughly the same time as clams, both fleeing justice at the hands and tentacles of Glup, high wizard of the Martian warrior clan.
Some early earthlings popped open the shell of one of these alien intruders and ATE the
insides, likely making that horrendous slurping noise which today we call The Most Horrible Sound In All The World. The Martians fled in terror. Thanks a LOT Glub; perhaps we’ll send you avocados or goat cheese and see how you like THEM apples. Please ignore the tortured metaphors.
But inside a bowl of New England Clam Chowdah the spineless mollusk undergoes an amazing transformation — from guck to glorious. I do not question such things but merely accept this universal gift from the Glubster, who is clearly one wicked smaht Martian.
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