Simon Courtauld

Clam fan

Clam fan

Already a subscriber? Log in

This article is for subscribers only

Subscribe today to get 3 months' delivery of the magazine, as well as online and app access, for only £3.

  • Weekly delivery of the magazine
  • Unlimited access to our website and app
  • Enjoy Spectator newsletters and podcasts
  • Explore our online archive, going back to 1828

The recipe for spaghetti alle vongole involves a sauce made with olive oil, onion, garlic, tomatoes, parsley and some of the clam liquor. The Spanish dish of almejas a la marinera is made with the same sauce ingredients, minus the tomatoes plus paprika and white wine. In England cockles could be substituted, as long as they have not been steeped in vinegar. My impression is that we have fewer cockle beds these days, and I have noticed that cockles preserved in jars are often labelled ‘Produce of Holland’.

Clams or cockles may be used to make fritters, chopped and beaten with egg yolks, breadcrumbs, herbs, milk and the stiffened egg whites to make a batter. They also make an acceptable savoury rolled in thinly sliced bacon, fried briefly and served on buttered toast as a poor man’s Angel-on-Horseback. While on the subject, one might mention winkles (for which a pin is essential to extract them from their shells) and whelks, disappointing if overcooked, but delicious in France (bulots) with wine vinegar and chopped shallots. I have eaten another bivalve in the Channel Islands called amande, but found it to be rather chewy.

My current favourite, however, in the molluscan department is the razor-clam, which I first came across in northern Spain (navaja). They are now appearing on fishmongers’ slabs in Britain and I am intrigued to know how they are gathered. They look a bit like those old razors which were sharpened with a strop, they bury themselves vertically in the sand and, in my experience, cannot easily be tempted to the surface. I was advised to go to a certain place, at a very low spring tide, on the north Cornish coast with a jar of cooking salt and look for the holes made by the razor-clams. A little salt poured into the hole would bring the creature to the surface when it could be grabbed, with a gloved hand to avoid cutting yourself on the sharp-edged shell.

I’m afraid I have to report that this clam hunt was a total failure. There were three of us armed with plenty of salt, but I think we may have driven our quarry deeper into the sand by smothering them with the salt. I was relieved to read that Alan Davidson had a similarly blank experience when he salted the razor-clam holes in the Orkneys (where these spoots, so called, are highly prized). On the west coast of America they use a ‘clam gun’, with a steel tube and suction, to draw up this buried treasure. This may be the preferred commercial method, but I would be glad to hear of any other ideas.

Once you have enough, they may be steamed briefly in a little wine and eaten with garlic and parsley like other clams, or cooked Chinese-style with black beans and chilli, as demonstrated by Rick Stein on one of his television programmes. Ginger, soy sauce and spring onions also go into the recipe, which I imagine would be equally good with crab or lobster.

Comments

Join the debate for just $5 for 3 months

Be part of the conversation with other Spectator readers by getting your first three months for $5.

Already a subscriber? Log in