[Magdalen] Winter Boredom

[ME Michaud]

OK, either fried clams or avgolemono soup.
Sorry.

My grandmother woke up from a coma in 1940 and asked
my mother for fried clams. She lived another twenty-odd years.
I only allow myself one serving a year, though, because they're
utterly naughty.

I have asked several friends to remember to bring me egg-lemon
soup if they visit me in hospice. Maybe it's lingering ethnicity.
-M


On Friday, January 30, 2015, Jay Weigel <jay.weigel at gmail.com> wrote:

> I had char-grilled kingfish my first night in Sanibel.....OMG!
>