And my husband gave him, more or less, the same answer. ![]() He got up and went across the room, where I heard him ask my husband the same question. We even got the occasional chard or zucchini from their garden. Why should I hunt and gather when you do such a good job of it?” “Don’t you just want to go out and hunt and fish and gather, to stalk your prey and bring it home?” “Doesn’t this make you want to go out and hunt for food?” he asked. When Neil sat down, I complimented him on the soup. The flavor was richer than regular clam chowder, meatier, a perfect antidote to our dark, damp winters. It turned out to be geoduck chowder, with lots of pepper. They served an amazing clam chowder that Neil had made. Like most events on the island, this was a potluck. One winter, Neil Johannsen and Hilary Hilscher, our next-door neighbors, had invited my husband and me over to celebrate the New Year. I was sure he would make me pull up the next one. Neil threw himself full-length on the sand, reached into the muddy hole, and grabbed the geoduck by the neck. In this excerpt, a friend takes her out to dig a very special type of clam-the wild geoduck. Along the way, she discovered that Native and immigrant food traditions offer examples of how we might feed ourselves while being wise stewards of the local environment. Knowing that Bainbridge Island inhabitants once fed themselves solely from local sources, Kathleen Alcalá set out to explore the food history of the Pacific Northwest island she calls home. But digging for it demands a license, fortitude, and fast shoveling. ![]() The mighty geoduck clam is a local food source, native to my island home.
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