My father called the other night.

“Hi A. Do you want some quahogs?”

I didn’t know what to say, except, “Yes.” He caught me off guard and I didn’t want to hurt his feelings by declining the fish he harvested out on Waquoit Bay early in the morning. See, You never really know what you are going to get when my dad offers something up. Once I asked him to get me a few to make stuffed quahogs to store in the freezer, the perfect last minute snack served with an ice cold beer. I figured I would make a dozen and give him half. I ended up spending an entire day making a batch of 48. I learned to be more specific in the future.

A million questions ran through my tired after work all day brain. “Will the quahogs be large? How many? As much as a bushel full? How will I deal with them, cook them? I was already completely overwhelmed. So, I called Val.

“What am I going to do with these quahogs???!”